Macarena (followed that rabbit)

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The tip of his blade went to the fur of the rabbit’s throat and I knew I had made a mistake. Before I could slam my eyes shut the knife opened my throat and sliced my skin in one long swift motion to my tummy. I hit the floor hard, cut open and spilling. It felt so real,
Once There Were Wolves
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