Hmmm, watching blood dry is such an interesting thing. Gotta wait for it to congeal and scab or else my mum might be suspicious at marks on my clothing....
wow. It's like an old unwanted friend. Someone you need, yet loathe at the same time. Okay, maybe uneasy allies, not friends. I'm not friends with the utensils I use, I hate them. But in times like these, I need them.
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