wrists hurt

“I just don’t, OK? I’m almost there, keep your panties on.”
She cut his head off. Her wrists hurt. She was hungry. She was alone there in the enormous woodland cottage, and she still had to haul the BFG10K back to Fahrenheit Island.
“What, now? wow gold just hang on.”
“Yeah, but –”
“I’ve got to go, Lucy,” she [...]