[Libby rolls onto her other side and lets herself bleed. The more she does the less is in her, and she thinks he's right. So more. She smiles up at him, crooked and impossibly pale.]
Thanks, fuckface.
[See? She's fine. (Not even slightly.) She retches again, shaking her whole body.]
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Thanks, fuckface.
[See? She's fine. (Not even slightly.) She retches again, shaking her whole body.]
So what'd--what'd you do?