As I drifted home I noticed that along the same path that I was walking there was a glob of blood every foot or two. The blood was fresh, I don't mean that I knelt down and did the old dip my fingers in and touch my tongue as I intently rub my fingers together thing from the movies, I could see that it wasn't dry. This trail continued along 14th street from 2nd to 7th avenue. I thought that at any moment I would catch up to this person hobbling along with some sort of massive wound, being ignored by the fearful masses. I never came upon this person and the trail finally ended in this series of blood splotches and a clump of tissue in from of the YMCA near 8th avenue.
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