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Amy lay near the lake sobbing for hours. Finally, she sat up and tried to figure out what she was going to do. She decided that first she should try to find her clothes and get redressed. Amy stood up on wobbly legs and began looking for her clothing. She first found her skirt and slid it back on. Amy couldn’t find her underwear and decided she’d go with out it. Then she found her tattered top, and with out being able to find her bra she put it on with it barely covering her. Amy found one flip-flop and then...

Sight. The pink sock, nearly pressing into my eyes. It was dark, but after this afternoon, I knew all too well that there were dirty imprints of toes and soles in a slight shade of brown. Touch. The arch of Shiann's sole, touching my nose. The toes against my forehead, wriggling slightly. The heel, bumping my chin a few times as she moved ever slightly down the couch towards me. The feeling of slightly worn fabric, a few shreds of cotton that had broken free of the tight-knit cotton weaving of her socks. Sound. Prove it. Prove that you aren't a...