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- He was used to it. He could watch the blood fall from the lip of a mouth stretched in a grin, and with his eyes wide, taking in the movement of clouds high above, the shift of clothes in the wind, mapping buildings and dust, he could calculate the trajectory. He could map out fluid mechanics, and see where the smaller droplets would fall. All before the blood was halfway to the ground.
- - Last 20.e3
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