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        I'm going to have nightmares. I'm about to cry... Of fear, not sadness. I feel Alex's pain. She has a fear of blood too; maybe I should ask her. Shit, what do I do! And it’s not even my blood. Whose is it? I'm so confused. I wiped my bloody hands on my shirt, took it off, and threw it in an alleyway. I still had a few rides left because it was a school day. I walked to the train station with in a t shirt and slightly stained jeans.

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