Blood... everywhere...

[skryche]

I cut my finger chopping onions for lentil stew. The knife was the perfect sharpness: it couldn't cut an onion without a little force, but it penetrated my soft wimpy skin like it was butter. I don't think I've ever cut myself so deeply. I didn't cry, though, so I get to have some ice cream.

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[watchmeinfiltra]

hardcore