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I want him!
BLOOM He sat down without questions. I opened my mouth to protest, but no word came out of my mouth. It's surprising he didn't say anything and just sat. I nodded at his shirt, "Open up." He obeyed without complaint again. I gasped out in surprise when he removed his shirt. He had tiny cuts all over his hands and chest. "What exactly happened?" I whispered. He shrugged, the action causing him to wince slightly. "The masses were angry." "I told you to talk to your grandfather first!" I snapped, opening the first aid box and treating his wounds. He didn't say anything and just occasionally winced whenever I used methylated spirit. When I finished, I leaned back to admire my work. His body was an artwork of plaster and bandages. "You'll live through the night." I muttered
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