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The 'What happens when Muse's laptop dies' Drabble collection

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She bit her lip, curious tongue smoothing over the rough bits as she watched Beth - all willow-lithe and bendy - set up one of the tents.

She shuffled her feet, thighs rubbing together, subtle and unobtrusive as she tried to take stock of the latest bombshell to befall them since they'd busted out of Terminus.

Jesus H. Christ, the chick was sin incarnate.

Why the hell hadn't Glenn warned her?