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F lora slips in and out of consciousness.
She feels bright lights.
Hands on her body.
They are unwrapping her limbs, peeling her skin like tinfoil from a burrito.
52
F lora slips in and out of consciousness.
She feels bright lights.
Hands on her body.
They are unwrapping her limbs, peeling her skin like tinfoil from a burrito.
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