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thanks to @garglyswoof again, Kenny is amazing! I wouldn’t be writing without your help!
“There’s blood on your collar,” he’d told her.
Words that she’d perhaps given too much importance to; still, she had fled. It had felt too casual, too normal for her to think of them as simple words. He’d become a kiss when she woke up, a cup of coffee waiting for her, the smell of paint and a door already open.
It was unacceptable.