Clove (
shenevermisses
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2012-06-27 03:14 am (UTC)
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[Clove looks over her shoulder briefly but quickly looks back tot he bowl.
Some of the kindling is catching now, and the smells are more telling. Especially the blood. But maybe that's partly her hand. And her mind.]
We bury our dead. Where I'm from.
[It doesn't matter. He doesn't care. She isn't even telling him.]
I never got to go to his.
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Some of the kindling is catching now, and the smells are more telling. Especially the blood. But maybe that's partly her hand. And her mind.]
We bury our dead. Where I'm from. [It doesn't matter. He doesn't care. She isn't even telling him.] I never got to go to his.