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He said so, but all I could think was that we could be friends if anted to, ere that close in age He caught ed into my arm

I’d never been squea drawn--so it was strange when I felt the prickling, the tingling around the needle

"Is it supposed to feel like that?"

"Like what? Are you feeling a little light-headed or anything?"

I shook ly"

He popped the second vacuu with blood He glanced atthe rubber strip from my upper arm with a snap "I’m sure it’s fine And we’rejustaboutdone" With those last words he set the vial back in his box of tricks and reached for a cotton swab, setting it on top of the needle in e

He pulled again, harder this time, and still the needle stayed where it was, buried insensation persisted, and now I felt a pressure too

The guy frowned at it and then at ?" I asked

"Noit’s, uhfine"

We both knew that wasn’t true The needle should have slid out easily I’d had this done before, and I’d never seen a needle get stuck before, not ever

Beneath the surface of uy’s eyes widened He pulled oneon a nail stuck in a wall instead of a needle in the soft tissue of my arm