A knife between his ribs, now that she's gone.] Friend of mine used to think it was real cute when she called me that.
[Maybe that makes him a masochist. But he's still here, after all these years. Dead man walking, thinking, talking— always losing more by the second like blood from a wound.
He was a masochist the second he was fucking born.]
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[A joke. Her favorite little focal point.
A knife between his ribs, now that she's gone.] Friend of mine used to think it was real cute when she called me that.
[Maybe that makes him a masochist. But he's still here, after all these years. Dead man walking, thinking, talking— always losing more by the second like blood from a wound.
He was a masochist the second he was fucking born.]