Shiina was out of breath by the time she skidding into the same meeting place designated by Shou. Leaning over, clutching her arms around her middle, Shiina sought to catch her breath. It backfired. Instead of finding more air filling her lungs the tickling feeling at the back of her throat took hold, causing her to hack and cough between gasps.
Her baseball bat dropped to the ground with a metallic clamor. She barely managed to keep hold of her dim and dying flashlight.
Get a hold of yourself, Nagasawa! she berated herself, shakily reaching for the bat on the ground, only to be caught by another wave of spasming coughs. If she didn't know better, she would have thought she had inhaled a cloud of dust. Or maybe something worse.
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Shiina was out of breath by the time she skidding into the same meeting place designated by Shou. Leaning over, clutching her arms around her middle, Shiina sought to catch her breath. It backfired. Instead of finding more air filling her lungs the tickling feeling at the back of her throat took hold, causing her to hack and cough between gasps.
Her baseball bat dropped to the ground with a metallic clamor. She barely managed to keep hold of her dim and dying flashlight.
Get a hold of yourself, Nagasawa! she berated herself, shakily reaching for the bat on the ground, only to be caught by another wave of spasming coughs. If she didn't know better, she would have thought she had inhaled a cloud of dust. Or maybe something worse.
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