I felt dizzy. "Yeah. Lots of blood, though..."
"The head always bleeds a lot," Luke told me. "Remember when I fell from the chandelier?"
I smiled through my nausea. "Yeah."
"And from that third-story window?"
"Yeah."
"And from the flagpole of our Montessori school?"
"I remember." I managed a small laugh. "But I'm surprised you do."/>
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