She grabs his arm, tugging him down an alley - deserted. She doesn't want to do this in public - but if grabbing his arm, being physically here isn't enough, then maybe he should see for himself.
She tugs her shirt back, the way she did in Boston, but instead of an ugly bite on her shoulder, there's - nothing. Not even a scar, the skin unblemished, like it never happened.
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She tugs her shirt back, the way she did in Boston, but instead of an ugly bite on her shoulder, there's - nothing. Not even a scar, the skin unblemished, like it never happened.