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There’s a reason us girls bleed out of our vaginas: to warn away monsters. Show them how badass and deadly we can be. Oh, your cock shoots out cum. How quaint. My pussy? Yeah. We have blood, motherfuckers.
She smells like...like sunshine. Like the grass I’m sitting on, the tree behind me, the flowers surrounding the nearest stone...grave. But also… “You smell like death,” I muse, dropping her hand. “You should shower.”
If I’m murdered, at least I’ll die knowing ahead of time that I’m a dumbass.

