Molly ground her teeth as she drowned the mouse bites on her leg in antiseptic. They were so gross. She hoped she didn’t get some deadly disease from them.
After, she made her way to the driver’s seat. She turned the Jeep’s key and waited, her lips compressed together. The gas gauge jumped to full and then fell, and fell, and fell.
Less than an eighth of…
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