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... locked, and my dress from yesterday hung on the door. Yesterday, when I took it off, something sticky and wet clung to my fingers. I was sitting on the foot of my bed, the memories of my bloodstained hands still fresh in my head. It was there in front of me, the blood drying onto my skin as I stared at it. Once I went to wash it off, the water turned red, the smell of metal rising, and the vision of those people being killed playing over and over. Now, when I looked at my hands, they weren’t cle ...
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