Squelette grits her teeth in a rictus grimace, unable to do much more than swallow the pain of a broken rib as she lies in middle of the rain-slick Paris street. Passersby walk on, heads down, seeing nothing but their own sodden shoes. The culprit sped away, wheels spinning oily water, more worried about his insurance premiums than an injured pedestrian. Fuck it hurts.
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