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Why do you look at me like that? Despite the pain I cause you. Am I your cyanide? A cold shot to the head? Why do you touch me like that? Carefully. We look after our sharpest knives with delicacy.
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Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 10:04 AM UTC
Your cyanide
Why do you look at me like that? Despite the pain I cause you. Am I your cyanide? A cold shot to the head? Why do you touch me like that? Carefully. We look after our sharpest knives with delicacy.
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Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 10:04 AM UTC
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