"Pow! Crash! Bang!"
The knife slashes a wide smile across his face as he goes down--his hands clutching at the bloody canyon that used to be his cheek. I turn towards her. Her dress hiked up over her bare knees--more violence, more viciousness, more...
Why can't I be one of those guys that writes about butterflies and sea-horses?
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because you don't even believe in it.
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