"Emmanuelle, don't play games with me. I don't like them", I said. I saw her swallow, then she nodded, looking down. She lifted up her shirt and exposed three scratches on her side. She looked down at them, then sorta shrugged. I poured more of the rubbing acholol on guaze and placed it on her side, her skin was cool under the tips of my fingers. She held her gaze on trees in front of her. I noticed how close her fingers were to mine, I tried to only focus on cleaning out the scratches. Didn't work out so well. "How did you get these", I said, I didn't need to ask. I could practically already piece together their morning. She shrugged, making her fingers slide, almost touching mine. But it seemed like she caught herself first.

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