[He steps closer, brazenly encroaching on her personal space. Maybe it'll get him stabbed again. Maybe. Maybe. It's not adrenaline burning in his veins but it's definitely something, a gasoline-slick that hammers his pulse and makes him think - maybe it wouldn't matter, if he did.]
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[He steps closer, brazenly encroaching on her personal space. Maybe it'll get him stabbed again. Maybe. Maybe. It's not adrenaline burning in his veins but it's definitely something, a gasoline-slick that hammers his pulse and makes him think - maybe it wouldn't matter, if he did.]
I'm going to remember you.