She looked back at him and brushed her hair away from her face - two hard little spots of red had now bloomed the white - with the backs of her hands. The driveway was neatly plowed, a testament to the fact that she did indeed use the blade, but he could not see the road - the house cut off the view. Most seemed to feel that the Dragon Lady should be jabbed to death with hot forks, and most indicated they would be very willing to serve as a jabber. A little talent is a nice thing to have if you want to be a writer, but the only real requirement is that ability to remember the story of every scar.
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