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"Mosquitoes are your friends, hole. Understand? You ever hurt another one of your friends and I'll break your fuckin' arm, hole." She trudged on in misery, her bare feet picking their way along the cool muddy path. They left the trail and hiked up a long rocky ridge, then through some blueberry bushes that hurt her feet even more and scraped her legs, and then down into a fairly deep little ravine through a snarl of some kind of prickly bramble.
They had stopped and took the canoe off of her. They where in a humid valley in deep hardwood forest. A creek a few feet across burbled near them. She was quickly enveloped in a light cloud of mosquitoes. But now what? They had all set about setting up camp, so she just stood, waiting for her next instruction. The mosquitoes were fierce. And they were everywhere. And unable to brush them off, she could only stand, her entire body clenched, trying to find the willpower to just watch them drink their fill. At any one time she might have a dozen of them on her! Even on her face! For a while she counted five on her right breast alone! She danced a little, trying to shake them off, but they were determined to suck her dry. God, this was utter torture. Her tears started again, this time in frustration.