"Eh, sorry, sorry," she would say but the wound would be already open She would close her eyes squint them poke her tongue out and shake her head "Sorry." She liked to bite couldn't help it "You're gonna kill somebody one day. Bleed 'em to death or something." "Sorry, sorry." but some people some girls are just impossible to stay mad at Despite her words there was no remorse for opening the wound no remorse for licking it making it bigger with her tongue And no remorse for sucking the blood out of it She never swallowed Just swirled it around her mouth, loving the saltiness and the taste of metal, and then let it drip down her chin She was arguably one of the greatest among the great ones
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