been there, dune that

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"Speech!"
Getting back into the swing of things was no easy task, and that's why Grimshaw often left the hallows and the protective watch of his siblings every chance he got. Each time he debated on whether or not he would return, but each time he did. He didn't want to disappoint Bowen especially, but he felt like he already had and would continue to do so for the rest of his life. He was the black sheep of the family and in every way he felt like they would be better off without him, even if they did seem more than happy to have him back.

Maybe today would be the day he didn't make it back. It was hot as absolute hell in this desert and without water, his black coat was absorbing all of the sun and it was certainly starting to feel like he was boiling on the inside. He kept up the pace though, but at this point he felt like he might collapse if he slowed down. His dry tongue hung from his dry mouth as he trotted through the burning sands of the dunes, weaving in between them to avoid the extra effort in crossing them.