“The police.” She snorted. “No. I think the self-defense argument would have looked a little thin, given how many times I stabbed him.” “How—how many times did you stab him?” My voice was a whisper. “Maybe a few more times than was strictly necessary. Plus a couple more for good luck.” I didn’t know whether I was horrified or impressed. “I thought the blood would bother me more, honestly.” Savvy shrugged. “It was a mess, which was annoying. This guy saw me coming out of the restroom with blood all over my hands, and I panicked for a minute, and then just went, ‘Oh my god, my period is so bad
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