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I smelled blood. I tasted blood. I slowly raised my hand to my face and felt that my hair was matted and sticking to my skin. What had
"She still refuses to look into any mirror." I saw the nurse look my way as he spoke with the doctor in the hallway. I sat patiently in my
It is a bit repetitive, but I believe that adds to the story.
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