Yet she was rather near the beginning of the coffle.
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I am miserable.
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I am hot.
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I can scarcely breathe for the dust, thought Ellen.
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She looked toward the sun with closed eyes, and the insides of her eyelids were a warm, radiant red.
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She put her head down, and it seemed as though there was blackness about the edges of her vision.
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I must not faint, she thought.
Yet she was rather near the beginning of the coffle.
I am miserable.
I am hot.
I can scarcely breathe for the dust, thought Ellen.
She looked toward the sun with closed eyes, and the insides of her eyelids were a warm, radiant red.
She put her head down, and it seemed as though there was blackness about the edges of her vision.
I must not faint, she thought.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter )