I watch silently from the dark corner of the small, cheap apartment. It's kind of pathetic, really. I watch as the door handle needs to be shaken a bit to be opened, and watch as you walk in. I leap from my hiding spot and pin you to the wall. My little knife I keep hidden in my left boot pushed up against your neck, noy enough pressure to puncture the skin. But you can definitely feel it. Give me one, good reason not to hurt you.
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