Mike caught sight of himself in the reflection of the window. His hair was sticking up, probably stiff in parts where he had unthinkingly run his fingers through it, and he had a smear of blood across his forehead to match the stray spatters across his clothes.
This is probably the hottest thing I'm going to have in my head for weeks.
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This is probably the hottest thing I'm going to have in my head for weeks.
Unfhsdsfngn.
Ilu.