Sticky: A Short Story

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For him, everything was a disaster. Sticky sweat trickled from his forehead getting into his bloodshot eyes . His eyes frantically blinked trying to moisturize his burning eyes. The salty smell of his sweat filled the cramped backstage making everything worse. At this point he was shaking and could not stop thinking about what might go wrong. His hands were trying to cover his red eyes. To calm his nerves he couldn't stop eating. The delightful smell of the the perfectly made cookies backstage made him feel even more hungry. No one backstage would go near him, except one girl who tried to get him to relax. Finally he started to calm down, but that did not stop him from finishing the
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