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but that handle was made for his hand hand - handle handle - hand the fingers would close around it to never let go It had to have flesh around it at all times But the blade... the blade was still naked. He couldn't let the blade naked It wasn't fair "So that's why you stabbed your mommy then?" the psychiatrist asked him. "Yes," he said. "The knife is more important to you than mommy?" "The knife listens. Mommy doesn't."
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Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 4:41 PM UTC
The knife listens
but that handle was made for his hand hand - handle handle - hand the fingers would close around it to never let go It had to have flesh around it at all times But the blade... the blade was still naked. He couldn't let the blade naked It wasn't fair "So that's why you stabbed your mommy then?" the psychiatrist asked him. "Yes," he said. "The knife is more important to you than mommy?" "The knife listens. Mommy doesn't."
B_R_Dragos
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Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 4:41 PM UTC
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