[ She's not sure what she's saying anymore. But she's always been chatty, and she sees no reason to stop just because she's bleeding to death from a tiny glass cut.
She groans and comes to an abrupt stop, moving her hands from her head to her mouth. ]
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[ She's not sure what she's saying anymore. But she's always been chatty, and she sees no reason to stop just because she's bleeding to death from a tiny glass cut.
She groans and comes to an abrupt stop, moving her hands from her head to her mouth. ]
Oh... I... I'm gonna be sick.