Most people, they get stabbed in the shoulder, they say something like "ow" or "holymotherfuckingow." Athens just says: "You're getting sloppy."
"Doesn't matter," spits Manchester. "I've found something better... grenades."
Athens rolls her eyes and extracts the blade. "Look, it's not that you're not dangerous. You just lack precision. And it's not. all. about. blood."
"Murderer."
"Sticks and stones..."
"Rapist."
"Getting warmer..."
"Faker."
Athens winces, satisfied. "Attaboy."
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
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