[And yet she's still boldly placing a wet handkerchief into this unkind man's hands and telling him not to talk to her like this. Unbelievable. He could shatter every single mirror in this bathroom with a single thought, blow out every light (and then probably bleed from his nose uncontrollably), and she's bossing him around?
...He just brings the handkerchief up to his nose and places it beneath his nostril with some slight pressure. She'll see it start to blot crimson.]
I helped you, too. [A muffled rejoinder, all things considered.]
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...He just brings the handkerchief up to his nose and places it beneath his nostril with some slight pressure. She'll see it start to blot crimson.]
I helped you, too. [A muffled rejoinder, all things considered.]