I know that, I said, and my voice was soft, because it was all I had to offer. As if part of the image was misty. You have met her, ma petite, she likes her legend. God, it felt good.
He gave me an unhappy smile. I was so not wearing enough underwear, or enough skirt. A man's throat exploding in a bright gush of blood; the feel of my blade hacking so deep that it numbed my arm; the I smiled at him, but not like I was happy.
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