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Observations upon a Stranger


I look at her fingers the ones that aren't covered in band-aids are clipped and pink Little red troughs marking where she clipped off the dead skin a little to close. But she'd rather risk bleeding than hold onto anything unnecessary or old.
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Sionainne

[This person was based on fact. Any similarity with fictitious lives or characters is purely coincidental and was not intended for raw consumption. Please spice accordingly.]

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