I've been accused of a lot but never of being a bleeding heart. He probably was. It becomes a flesh-eating zombie. What are you talking about? How sad that you are no one's sweetheart.
There had been a time, not long ago, when I couldn't have pulled it off. He said you were dangerous. Deuce pulled a gravity knife from his back pocket, did one of those quick wrist movements that spilled the blade open. I shrugged, Practice makes perfect.
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