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Blood

Have you ever cut yourself slicing chicken, shaving legs? You put your finger in your mouth, so you don't get blood on the dinner, and suck life. Slightly salty, slightly sour. And red, so, so red. Red like roses like leaves in fall like firetrucks like a slinky dress like blood. So red you can taste it. Have you ever cut someone else? It's just like chicken really. Turns out, other people bleed just as salty, sour, and even more red.
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alicia-harger
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Nov 2, 2011
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