With little time to think, and fearing that her best friend would be smeared inside of her pocket if anything happened, Grace opened her mouth and tossed Michelle on to her tongue, like a tic-tac, though Michelle weighed much less. Digging in to her pocket for bus fare, Grace ascends the steps, her lips tightly closed, and pays for passage to school, taking a seat in the far back, as her friend crawls over her tongue in a panic, slipping in Grace's pooling saliva, lost in darkness. It's all Grace can do to keep from swallowing, or reflexively raking her tongue across her teeth to scratch the itching that Michelle is causing.
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