But, Kristen, the blood, he says, I don’t know how the blood got there. He glances at me, then back at his drink. He looks like he might cry. Honey, you cut your finger at work, I say, though unconvincingly.
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But, Kristen, the blood, he says, I don’t know how the blood got there. He glances at me, then back at his drink. He looks like he might cry. Honey, you cut your finger at work, I say, though unconvincingly.