[ it's unbalanced, him tipping the canteen to her lips. she sputters at first. some water spills down her front. but then she drinks greedily, leaning as far forward as she can when she's as weak as she is, trying to get more than he'll give.
it's humiliating. infantile, when she's never really been a child.
when he draws the canteen away, she is gasping, and still wishes that he hadn't done it. but the world is starting to level out. the black corners of her vision receding. ]
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it's humiliating. infantile, when she's never really been a child.
when he draws the canteen away, she is gasping, and still wishes that he hadn't done it. but the world is starting to level out. the black corners of her vision receding. ]
What do you want with me?