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She had never even brought a friend home in her time at the Becks, let alone been asked on dates. Open it. His arm entered the round window of the white haze of her vision, his wrist spouting blood in currents, dripping on the stone floor. It moved a trifle, stepping back and lifting an arm to rub the sleeve against the glass.
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