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The words weren’t daggers. Weren’t meant to **** They were spindly, like needles. But barbed. So they latch. *I’m not grievously wounded. Yet I’m still bleeding out...* .
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Aug 2, 2019
Aug 2, 2019 at 2:41 PM UTC
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The words weren’t daggers. Weren’t meant to **** They were spindly, like needles. But barbed. So they latch. *I’m not grievously wounded. Yet I’m still bleeding out...* .
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Aug 2, 2019
Aug 2, 2019 at 2:41 PM UTC
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