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The ear had been washed clean of blood and rested on a blanket of cotton. Just like the others.
Women were perfectly capable of handling pain but not emotion. Men handled emotion but not pain.
Real life doesn’t work that way. I’ve seen more lives end than I can count, and they all seem to hold that same expectation at the end, their eyes glancing at the door, waiting for their savior to arrive. He doesn’t, though. In real life, the only true savior is oneself.
