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I stopped. She was bleeding after all. Perfect lines crossed her wrists, not near any crucial veins, but enough to leave wet red tracks across her skin. She hadnt hit her veins when she did this death hadn't been her goal.

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Richelle Mead
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: November 12
Author
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Writer
Michigan
United States
Death
Red
Bleeding
Enough
Skins
Wet
Track
Veins
Across
Hadn
Leave
Crucial
Lines
Stopped
Wrists
Goal
Near
Tracks
Perfect
Skin
Crossed

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