"No," she said. "And ... I keep telling you, you know. Your blood can't get on me. And it can't. And I mean that. But if I'm saying, hey, go ahead and kill people, have a great time with that ..."
Then it wasn't just his blood, any more. Was it? Wasn't it?
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Date: 2009-09-23 12:22 am (UTC)Then it wasn't just his blood, any more. Was it? Wasn't it?
This was all so fucking messed up.