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Sep 2017
Pick up your glass, sir. Throw it on the ground. Please make sure it shatters, sir. Pick up the glass. Do not hurt yourself, sir. Are you bleeding? Follow directions, sir. Keep moving those hands. Glass between your fingers, sir. Rub them together- try to start a fire, sir. Oh, does that hurt? Can you feel it in your skin, sir? Faster then, keep moving. Listen, sir. You are still bleeding? Do not stop, sir. Throw it on the ground. Throw it on your friend, sir. Drop down. Sir, can you breathe? Are you still listening? You thought you were to stop at the end? You could have gone hours ago, sir. Why are you on the ground? Are you bleeding, sir?
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Rhianna Powell
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