My wrists are decorated with a lattice of blue veins. It turns out that this deep sea color is an optical illusion. I am surprised to learn that the blood inside my body is not in fact blue. This isn’t because I harbor any illusions about my aristocratic lineage. I come from generations of shopkeepers. My father’s blood ran red like yours and stained th…
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