Marconi looked bored. Why does it always hurt so much more when you see the blood? You are lucky you're still standing, Byron said. You don't always know what an ordinary person is like on the inside. A man likes to know he's not boring a girl, he said, but there was no smile to go with the light-hearted comment.
Nathaniel had propped himself up on his elbows and was looking at Jason. Her voice shook a little at the end. The sun was a bloody strip of red against the western sky when Zerbrowski and I got out of his car to question the first witness. He drew, slowly, from the wound, his mouth crimson with my blood.
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