A lot of strippers shave. It only mattered that it was blood, and I was angry. It was just sitting there, in the middle of the floor, no stall, no nothing. We can't catch anything, Nathaniel said, not even a cold.
His hair as yellow as the light itself, his eyes like the sky beyond the window. I thought about it. His black curls mingled with the velvet until it was hard to tell where one began and the other ended. I touched my cheek where Barbara Brown had sliced me, and it still hurt.
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