The makeup and blood were smudged too closely together; too close to decipher what was what on my face. I saw the terror in the children’s faces as they trembled towards me: praying to be spared and fearing to be found. 574 more words
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Only a Gator would leave one swamp for another.
Only a Gator would get on a bus packed with frat guys and travel for over eight hours to go from one little swampy humidity-haven to another, slightly larger one. 504 more words