Nothing but the blood

It was story time.
M. was sitting on the bed picking a scab on his ankle until it bled.

Looking at the blood he said to his brothers, “Hey touch my blood and you’ll be delivered from sin.”

S., his older brother, replied in a credulous tone, “Really?”

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