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I can still note the smell of that salty, rusty metal in the air, smells of blood and desperation.
"Stupid girl that never learn," Hanna grumbles while her hands are busy wiping, rinsing, wringing out, wiping whatever she canand repeat, "I told, it could always get worse. Why can't you just listen? Why can't you just save yourself some pain?" she asks me.
"Why can't you just listen? Why can't you just save yourself some pain?" I asked myself, silently, and when I heard no answer, I projected that silence to her. Staring at her wordlessly like a mute, and hoped she understood.
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