It was hard; his hands kept clenching at the dirt of their own volition as he tried to smooth it over, and his knees kept digging in to the sides of the almost-finished grave so that the mound slid up to try and swallow him at the wrists.
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It was hard; his hands kept clenching at the dirt of their own volition as he tried to smooth it over, and his knees kept digging in to the sides of the almost-finished grave so that the mound slid up to try and swallow him at the wrists.