February

[shawnaree]

I could feel the weight of the blade in my pocket, pressing against the folds of the fabric as if it meant to remind me of its presence. I contemplate pulling it out, flicking it open and closed, just to hear the sensuous slick snick snap snick. Instead I press on, my steps gaining confidence, my gait adopting pride, as I slide down the cold and

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[boigrrl1der]

WOW...you should write more often. I like it!