Suicide Isn't The Answer, Murder Is
"So what kind of knife you want?" He asked breathlessly. "You might think I'm crazy but is there anyway you could make one out of razor blades?" His head snapped to look at me. "Uh I already have one" he whispered. I stared at him wide-eyed. He got up and went to a drawer from his black dresser. He pulled out a case a...
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