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Freak. Mortal children are taught that words can't hurt them, but they never assume the same for their peers. So they throw those words around, where they nearly always find their mark. It's a question of whether the recipient lets the wound bleed and bruise or not.

Freak. Will I bleed? Or will I stifle the wound and hide it, so that the blood will run but behind my fingers? Will I bleed, clot, scab and heal? Or could I disregard the wound, unfeeling?

Freak. I hear laughter, mockery. I see children, smirking and pointing, and feel the blood gush.

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