[Alois clicks his tongue and looks sharply to the side, leaning back against the sheets. What an embarrassing thing to say. (Only because it's very true.) Surely he seems much more sturdy than that? He grinds his teeth a moment.]
Raw, is it? Rub salt in it, I wouldn't care. Look at all the things I do anyway. I'm scabbing up all right. [His tone is openly defensive.]
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Raw, is it? Rub salt in it, I wouldn't care. Look at all the things I do anyway. I'm scabbing up all right. [His tone is openly defensive.]