She put a knife in his hands as tears rolled down her face.
He dug in to her heart.
Blood stained his beautiful skin.
But she was happy.
Because red was is favorite color, right?
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Knife
She put a knife in his hands as tears rolled down her face.
He dug in to her heart.
Blood stained his beautiful skin.
But she was happy.
Because red was is favorite color, right?
