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Forty yards above Calle Salinas,
Corey had finished bandaging the burro Salvia's legs.
The burro was weak and still laying on its side.
Corey stretched his arms above his head.
He felt the already dried burros blood, tugging at the hairs on his forearms.
He stared at the crackle-glaze pattern of the blood, for a long time.
He heard the muffled soft purring sound of the moped,
only moments before he saw it.
"Oh my god...it's Greta," he sighed.
Last edited by ring; 12-02-2008 at 07:42 AM..
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