He hated the ******** desert.
"Yeah Yeah, Spirit animal, following you out into the desert." Dakota continued his jog, sand shifting under his feet.
he turned his back just once, looking at the camp and he knew.
"That's why I hate the desert you know." He looked at the coyote, "It takes everything. Show me already what you want me to see." He looked at the animal, "I'm tired. I'm tired of the ******** Sahara."
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