I looked at her wrists. A cry of anguish escaped me. How had I never noticed? Rage bubbled up inside me. But not at her, never at her. It was at me. What the fuck was wrong with me?!
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I looked at her wrists. A cry of anguish escaped me. How had I never noticed? Rage bubbled up inside me. But not at her, never at her. It was at me. What the fuck was wrong with me?!
