Darkness hung like a soft silken cloth, hanging against the sky, and the living light. A trickle of blood slid down his skin. I felt empty like a shell thrown up on the sand, empty and echoing. The police have been looking into the Aztec angle for weeks.
Now I remember why I don't confide in strangers. Nothing feels quite like stitches. He looked embarrassed. Get her the fuck away from me.
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