Day 139
Miles: 25
Small creek to more of the same

As soon as my exhaustion has abated, I wake up. I feel tired and dirty and sticky. My crotch feels dirty and sticky. Unwashed. Itchy. I’m unbearably uncomfortable, and I toss and rearrange myself until J wakes up to. “What’s going on?” he murmurs.
  “It’s two in the morning, but all I can think about is washing my crotch,” I whisper.
  “Maybe washing your crotch at two in the morning is what you need to do then,” he mumbles back, turning over.
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