Then, just as they turned to leave, it exhaled—hot, rancid, and far too close
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I back up, not feeling like losing some limbs. I try to get a good look at the thing as tears fall from my eyes. Burning from the stream exiting the woods.
Grab some dirt and thew it. Thinking I could cool it off. Bad idea as I felt my eyes begin to