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The Ganges… My arse.

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The Ganges… My arse.

Beads of sweat trickle from my forehead and over my nose. I open my mouth slightly. Only slightly mind because if I open it too much I might exert energy from the wrong part of my body. And the other end needs all the energy I have left. I taste the salt from the beads of sweat and this keeps me going. Oh god, here it comes…

My eyes are forced shut as another part of my body is forced open, wider than it ever has been before, straining out more of last night’s dinner than I could possibly have eaten. Surely. Surely there can be no more? My stomach cramps and I get a head rush. I can’t see. I’ve gone blind. Oh. God. Read the rest of this entry