I'd started the name calling so I let the chickie comment go. What in hell is behind that door to have you both so spooked? I asked. , make this possible. His face went back to serious, and there were lines in his face that I hadn't seen before.
The story doesn't say. We felt the marks open. He tried to hold his hands over the wound, to staunch the blood. I had an urge to snatch the sunglasses from his face but fought it.
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