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"Nate," he filled the syringe with more blood.

I nodded, "cool."

The needle went back into my flesh, this time I was as still as a stone. Nate seemed a little happy that I didn't flinch, mostly because if I did, then it would harder to take it out without jabbing it into one of my veins.

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