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See how she cuts the board

Look at the yellow blade...

It slides uneasily down the paper

Oh!

But she forgot.

Look at the blood now trailing down her finger

Distress clearly written across her face

She can't seen to stay away from it.

No.

Slice was her last chance...

And she took it.

 

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