Breaking Point Samantha often wondered how she ended up in these uncomfortable situations. How was it possible that so many days ended with her stuck face down in the dirt, left arm splayed forward, right jammed uncomfortably underneath her. She couldn't possibly come up with a good reason as to why the sight of her own blood staining the earth just inches from her face was such a familiar one. She was completely dumbfounded, really. Then again, maybe if she were able to observe her own actions she would come to the conclusion that maybe sometimes it would be better to keep her big mouth shut when faced with a neanderthal twice her size with a small a
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