Three fingers for Sasha. I watched her bleed out. Three for Sinjin and Marc, lost in the blast. Three more for Mimi, whose last words I couldn’t hear. Three for Viktor, my last hope.
So much grief, and nothing left for me.
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Christine Hanolsy 
This is so perfect (and so sad). You are the garglemaster!
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Nice title. Clever.
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Perfect title.
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Outstanding
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Brrrr. That’s horrible! But also brilliant!
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How do you hit me in the gut each time? That feeling for the human pulse, you’ve caught it so precisely. You weave magic, Christine. Sheer magic.
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