I've heard a little, enough to know you've cleared three digits, or close to it. I turned back to Requiem. I finally yelled my frustration, and he said, Let me have my hand, lover, and I'll help. These are the hands that held me while I cried over you, they've earned the right to stay.
None of my business. Let's just say that I'm glad you have your psychic powers, and I have mine. You know what I think, Blake? No, what? I think you just can't let it go. Where will you make the cut? Lower arm, but above the wrist, less risk of hitting something that'll bleed too freely.
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