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SoMa Week - Day 6: Bandages

((Well obviously I’m very late; I didn’t have time to write over the weekend.  But this is part two of this and I didn’t want to leave it unfinished and the next one is also special.  So here is some belated SoMa Week!))

Maka wraps her hands with the thin white bandages, glaring at the punching bag dangling ahead of her with a sharp focus.

One week.  It had been almost one week since she had been accosted in a dark alley, and the man who put his body between hers and a knife was still lying in the hospital with no name.

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