“That’s really your face?” she asked, eyes drooping, as she studied me with a vacant expression. “It’s so pretty.” “Uh, thanks?” I offered uncomfortably, still cupping her cheeks in my hands. “It’s the only one I have.” “I like it,” she whispered. “It’s a good face,” she added just before closing her eyes again, sagging forward. “No, no, no,” I coaxed, jolting her roughly. “Stay with me!” Moaning, she blinked awake again. “Good job,” I praised with a heavy exhale. “Now stay awake.” “Who are you?” she croaked out, depending entirely on my hands to keep her head upright. “I’m Johnny,” I told
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