[with the extra help, Cecelia manages to crawl out of the sandpool, though her previous ordeals had left her clothes dampened and heavy, the sand did cake on and dry out parts of it.
she hates this; doubtless she looks a mess between those and her poor hair...
once on the floor, she can only just sit on her knees and catch her breath.]
Nothing's...coming after us, right? Has anything changed?
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she hates this; doubtless she looks a mess between those and her poor hair...
once on the floor, she can only just sit on her knees and catch her breath.]
Nothing's...coming after us, right? Has anything changed?