[ WP ] All those nicks and bruises that show up on your body seemingly out of nowhere are injuries received by your soulmate .

I catch my reflection in a storefront, and frown. There's a fresh bruise above my eyebrow. Frown? It's more of a scowl. I pull my coat closer, and feel the reassuring hardness. I'm close, I can feel it somehow. 
 
 I do n't really care why, or how. I just know that somewhere in this block is one right bastard that I'm due to meet. 
 
 I can see the papers tommorow. `` Abusive Husband, Beaten The Fuck Out Of With A Baseball Bat, Suspect Unknown, Neighbors Relieved''. And even if they lead it back to me, what are they gon na do? What motive could they possibly find for a spot of the ol' ultra-vigilantism? Magical mystical bruises? Shyeah. 
 
 There's a muffled thump upstairs. And some guy shouting. I can feel a new one forming on my arm. Gotcha, bastard. Come to momma. 
 
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 _I counted 51 twice, is is now 58_
