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February 28, 2012

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{FICTION} Doornails

He lay in the sand, his back against a small dune. He reached down to his stomach and his hand came back covered in a rich crimson. He took a few short breaths and felt like someone was trying to screw a cork out from inside him.

Fiction, Literature

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