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...only because you've cornered yourself, back to the wall. She stabs your face -- again, again, again.

"Just a little distilled water. Clean, so there's no infection. Help you heal, you special one."

Milk -- Her breath on your face.

"You are special -- I see that. No hospital for you -- Don't worry -- No worry. You and I both know they'll wanna keep you when they see you. See how ... unique you are. And I won't let that happen to you."

Soap -- The heat of her body so close you could do something about this -- either gentle enough, or savage -- if you could only gather your senses!

"So white you are. Must be so different where you're from. You're like an angel -- That's how you seem to me. And my birds like you."

Child's mad -- or worse, a poet!

"You'll be safe here in my little pigeon house."

Then, her humming again. Oddly familiar. You fall again into blackness.

You dream of the girl in the watch.

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