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... a bloody bucket.
His hand hung over the rim, palm sliced open, and blood trickled slowly into the growing pool below. The cut stung, a dull, persistent throb that radiated up his arm, and watching the crimson droplets fall one by one was possibly the most boring way he’d ever spent his time.
"Is there any faster way to do this?" Kurt groaned, his voice edged with impatience.
Lizzie sat cross-legged on the floor beside him, chin resting on her hands, watching the bucket wi ...
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