I'll be dead, and I won't care. He also took a knife out of one of Bernardo's boot's. Both his partner and Bernardo were staying back. She gave a small scream, her hand opened, and I was able to move her arm back, fingers digging into the nerve.
Yeah, I said. I could stare down at what was left of that skeletal body and think, poor thing, but I felt nothing about the death. My hand closed on the pen with its hidden blade. He could have passed for twelve easily.
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