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There's blood in the silver glitter at the ends of our fingers. We washed the rest from our hands easily, but our fingernails will be stained until we take the polish off. I sigh, annoyed. It took so long for us to get them looking nice after the last time.
I run a hand through our hair like I used to when it was long. I still get surprised when it ends abruptly instead of getting our fingers caught in tangles. I'm glad it's gone. It's a sort of victory.
I push our glasses back up our nose with a nervous intensity, looking around obsessively to make sure we aren't followed back to our room. "Of course we aren't," I sneer. "Nothing ever follows us but the trees."
The trees seem to notice their cue, rustling their ever-bare branches along with us. I scoff. "If anything were to follow us, they're a pretty good option. They won't tell any secrets."
They send a larger noise in our direction before falling silent.