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“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Dawson asked me. I nodded.
She was very beautiful, and she seemed to be very sweet. The reaction of Mic and Dawson to the video they just watched was telling. Something they saw really stripped them of their normal control.
I signed to Dawson that this was going to sting, as I held up the bottle that would disinfect the area on his cut palm. Beer bottles were hard to break by hand, especially by the base. But with Dawson’s strength, it was easy for him. He didn’t even flinch as I cleaned his palm. He didn’t flinch as I put a needle into his skin and pulled thread through his palm to close the wound. The man was a machine.
When I was done, I wrapped his palm, and then I kissed it. He smirked at me.
“You’re such a mother hen,” he said. I flipp
