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((Given my personal experience, and that of other women I know, women on their period basically just want to sleep a lot. [Although her reaction to Bambi's mom dying would be priceless]))
When I heard that gunshot, I jerked in surprise, almost falling off the couch. After a moment, when the meaning of that sound sunk-in, I twisted to look at Jericho. My eyes were about the size of plates, and my expression was pleading, as-if I was asking him to tell me that what I thought just happened wasn't what happened.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, buried my face in his shirt......and just laid there. I didn't move, I didn't make noise, nothing. The only visible sign that I was even alive was that my shoulder were trembling slightly.
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