[ Heine stumbles, weighed down by the body clinging to him, dragging him down. The bony arms and fingers touching him are too much. ]
I don't want you to be here. [ An ill-tempered snarl leaves Heine and he twists, writhing again, as hot blood begins to well up from the gouging of his dog's fingers. He kicks back hard. ] Fuck off. Fuck off.
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I don't want you to be here. [ An ill-tempered snarl leaves Heine and he twists, writhing again, as hot blood begins to well up from the gouging of his dog's fingers. He kicks back hard. ] Fuck off. Fuck off.