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Do I still have my breasts? That was the first thought that went through Shelly’s mind when she was once again able to think. At some point, the pain had stolen her consciousness. But because life apparently hated her, she was again cognizant of the fact that she was burning. Was it a little ridiculous to be worried about her breasts? Probably, but no matter how small they were, they were all she had, and she damn well didn’t want them burned off. Tara would have told her she had an unhealthy fascination with her breasts, kind of like the one she had with Tara’s impenetrable hymen. The thought of their running joke surrounding Tara’s imperviousness to pain almost made Shelly chuckle.
As the heat and flames continued to burn, Shelly realized the pain had either lessened a bit, or she w
