how much can fit in one box??

held againt my own knife

Cringing at my dirtied knife I muttered to my best friend " I hate the sight of blood" chucking "Then maybe you shouldn't kill for a living." lightly punching him I laugh. but on the inside I cry. I didn't want this job I was assigned and force to keep working for the safety of my daughter. My mother was never for me so I give the life, the comfort I couldn't have. "Lets go J" I convey changing my tone that lets him know not to question the tears I let slip.