not unbearable, the white of your shirt shrinking with the first signs of blood. The blood was not unbearable but the white was. You see the first signs of blood and you hold your hand up to your nostrils. You see the first signs and rub the edge of your lip with a knuckle, holding your head up, looking straight ahead, while the garden lifted and dried.
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