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    You think of your life spilling all over Jim's beautiful Persian rug, of seven or eight heartbeats to pump out half your blood, and laugh harder. "Go on, then," you urge him, voice low. Your eyes are running from pain or laughter, the saltwater agony inside your open wound. It's going to scar, and badly.

    Or, well. It would. Healing requires a heartbeat.

    The blade nicks skin, just a pinch, because Jim doesn't have steady hands at the best of times and he's shivering now, an insane full-body shudder. His eyes look otherworldly. Belatedly, you remember his thing about being laughed at.

    Rain slams down against the window panes behind you. The thunder rolls. You hardly flinched at the nick, but you can't help crying out in pain as Jim wrenches a fist in your hair and brings you right back down to your knees.

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