Novels are never like real life. They talk about all these women that faint and swoon whenever a man walks by and loses her sanity at a single drop of blood, as if women don't see more blood in a month than a man might.
[ She shakes her head, waving a hand idly. ]
I was curious. It... It is not something I had seen at home and I wondered. I did not intend to be rude.
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[ She shakes her head, waving a hand idly. ]
I was curious. It... It is not something I had seen at home and I wondered. I did not intend to be rude.