Ariana Copeland

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Thank the suns the bag was wide, and she was small. She slid in next to Foster, shaking uncontrollably, and with the last bit of her strength, unzipped their suits, peeling them to their waists. Sensing their skin, the bag reacted with a soft green glow of warmth.
Into the Churn
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