All I had to do was close that small distance. SENTIAL ELLISON Was I guilty? I didn’t for a moment consider myself guilty in the accepted cultural sense of theword. Fuck you, fuck you, Belle, and the horse you rode in on. I caught a glimpse of knee, and thigh.
I looked at the walls again. His smile faded. I half-shrugged, holding gauze over my finger so it would stop bleeding. It wasn't a neat puncture wound.
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