[ he goes limp, but beau almost doesn't seem to see it. tears stream down her cheeks, one trail a ruddy, red color. her knuckles burn, and it feels like they should hurt even more.
ogata is dead, but she keeps punching, mindless, like she's trying to get that smirk off his face. ]
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ogata is dead, but she keeps punching, mindless, like she's trying to get that smirk off his face. ]