was bleeding by the time the night’s lesson was over. In several places. They were self-inflicted wounds. I understood why he’d done it. This was tough, well, not love, but tough life lessons. I had to learn this. And I would do whatever it took. When he’d made me pick up the knife and cut myself, I’d seen a glimmer of light in the darkness inside my skull. I’d still cut myself, but something deep inside me had stirred. It was there, somewhere, if I could just dig deep enough to get to it. I wondered who I’d be by the time I got there. Was this why Barrons was the way he was? Who had put
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