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Alice Wonderland Jul 2011
A brisk *****, and the blood begins to accumulate around my index finger.  
The man smiles, and says "That will do just fine."
Alice Wonderland Jul 2011
Black lace running up and down my face, my head lost in outer space.  First breath after coma, and I can feel my face ache.

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