zoya ⋆˙⟡

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I waited until Frank’s palm hit the wooden surface before I pulled the blade from my drawer and drove it through his hand. Flesh and bone yielded like butter to the cold, razor-sharp steel.
 zoya ⋆˙⟡
alrighty then
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