Sweat and Swindling
*Vienna* 1 1/2 Years Later The hot Nevada sun beats down on me. My gray T-shirt clings to my lower back, which is drenched in sweat under the weight of my backpack. I untuck my shirt from my olive green cargo shorts, bringing the bottom hem up to my face to lap up some of the sweat dripping down my neck and along my hairline. My hair is pulled up into a high ponytail to get it off my neck and out of my face. I have been walking in this heat for hours. My feet aching in my brown hiking boots. Today I found myself near the side of the road in a desert. I walked along the road for awhile before coming across a sign that said I wasn't too far from Las Vegas. I have been walking ever since, trying to reach the city. A few cars have pulled over to ask me if I need a ride, but I don't trust a
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