Dot: Three Thirty-Three

She limped out of the high school and stopped, looking down at the wooden shard in her leg.

        *‘You have to remove it if you want me to heal it,’* Isa said.

        “Shit,” she whispered, and touched it. A zing of pain shot up her leg, and she winced. “Oh, gods.” Dot took deep breaths...
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