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(Created page with "Normaly my father would come in after a hard day's work at the local slaughterhouse and fry himself an egg and then head off to bed. But today he was running just a few hours late. He came home as usual, being burnished in his usual attire, a leather apron with specks of blood and residue of whatever had passed his blade that day. I didn't pay much attention as he fell onto the lounge, I just asked politely if he wanted me to make him his usual, but he just grunted and l...") |
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The line goes dead after the man in the smock tears the cord out from my hand. It was the last thing I saw before he pushed the kitchen knife in my chest.
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