Remembering An Event The inside of my mouth tastes of salt. I can feel my cold, wet, clothes start to cling to my body. I'm soaked. I'm sweating. I can hear a radio playing in the background. As I rub away the dirt that formed in the corners of my eyes, I open them. I find myself sitting in the car next to my mom. I must have fallen asleep. I scan the car with my eyes in a panic“ where are we going?”, I ask. I can't remember a thing about what happened prior to this, or even how I got here. “We're going…
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