Smoke (52 words)
Shark’s sticky grey hair clung to his forehead and the smoke choked his eyes, but at least he was beginning to warm up.
The roaring empty space in his stomach made him dizzy, but he kept turning the spit. His replacement was going to taste good after so many days of starvation.
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