Walking away, a distinct, sharp pain shot up from the padding of her right foot. A small piece of glass managed to break the surface of her skin. The glass sits silently in a piece of flesh, and erythrocytes break loose. Skin pressed, never like this before. She doesn't know how to cry anymore. A few drops of blood manage to drip on the cold
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