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ELBOWS OUT

the blood on sh's hand is starting to dry now. sh can smell its faint metallic scent when he brings his hand up to his lips to smoke his cigarette.

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"Someone tried to kill her, sir!" My father's low hiss barely reached my ears. I shot straight up. It was just a joke, part of the competitive atmosphere.