No Method To His Madness
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As he thought of his intention, he gripped the knife tightly in his hands and nudged the door open with his finger. It creaked as it moved slowly, and a smile spread across his lips; the knife harshly imprinting in his palms. Revenge, he thought, sweet revenge....
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