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I never wanted you to bring me blackberries. I never wanted the bramble to tear up your arms, your hands. Did you think I would care for anything tainted with your blood? Worse yet, I don’t know what to do about their purple stains on the loveseat.

Do me a favor. Don’t touch anything with thorns and hidden from the view. You never know what can tear you apart and leave others in misery.