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September 16, 2000
And then I stabbed at his chest with dagger fingers and tore out his tiny, black heart. I ripped a bite out of it with my teeth and threw my head back and howled at the shattered sky, as blood ran in rivulets down my face.
Y'know, metaphorically.
September 16, 2000 22:00 PM
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