i tried to call but my throat was once more dry, i took a drink from my bucket and i ran faster and faster towards the person, i grasped onto him or her, only to my suprise get hurt, i looked at my hand, it was bleeding, i looked up to see, what i had grasped in hope was someone else, was infact nothing more than a cactus. i should of known. i put my hand which was throbbing into my pocket of my jacket and ran back to get my bucket of water. I looked at it sto see, it was half empty. I wanted to Cherish this last amount of water, and keep it for as long as i could. I grabbed the bucket and walked in the direction of west, towards where the sun was setting and the sky was still warm and stuffy.

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