11-28-2010, 11:48 PM
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Ember tried to yank her arm away from him, but he held her hand tightly. He stopped pouring the alcohol, and gently blew on her cut knowing it stung badly. He squeezed her hand understanding the pain she was going through. He never actually felt the pain of cut cleansing, but he understood pain. Tequila. I told you it would come in handy. This was not the time for ‘I told you so’s, but he had to make his point. He poured one last bit on her cuts before rising from his squatting position to reach for her other arm. The bottle was still almost full. He didn’t have to pour much on the slices to get them clean. |