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"She was so warm, her drenched clothes had almost dried. Her eyes were rolled back in her head. She started muttering, and I could've sworn she said, "Dung balls. Time to roll the dung balls." It might've been funny--except for the fact that she was dying. "That's Khepri talking," Setne explained. "He's the divine dung beetle, rolling the sun across the sky." I didn't want to process that--the idea that the girl I liked had been possessed by a dung beetle and was now having dreams about pushing a giant sphere of flaming poo across the sky."
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