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... ips—a straw. Instinctively, she sucked on it thirstily, drawing in water that tasted like heaven to her parched throat. She gulped greedily, desperate for more, the water spilling from the corners of her mouth as her body cried out for relief. She couldn’t stop, couldn’t think, only focused on quenching her burning thirst.
Finally, after what felt like too little, the man pulled the straw away, "Slow down," he said, "At this rate, you’re going to make yourself sick."
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