I wasn't in love with him. If you say so. Blood gushed into my mouth, hot, scalding, because the deer's blood ran hotter than mine. He was finally on his knees, instead of all fours.
I think if I donate any more blood to anything tonight, it would be bad. That's illegal. I stroked him with my hands, until I had his eyes looking at me instead of the inside of his own eyelids. He kissed my tears as they slipped from my eyes, gently, so gently.
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