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after i came thinking about you, after i gave that evil smile that you so despise, after i let him touch the wetness you caused…i shaved myself. perhaps i was shaving myself for you, i will never admit it. it was when i saw red on the blade that made me wonder, would you lick my blade or my wound? knowing you…both.
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