“When he got to me, he took the sleeve of his shirt and wiped my tears away. “Don’t cry.” — Alison G. Bailey Copy Share Image
“She took the bottom of her shirt and wiped the handles of the blades. He made a face. “What was that for?” “Fingerprints. I’m not wastin’ time explainin’ to cops why six inches of steel went into a dumbass.” — Randall Kenneth Drake Copy Share Image
