No Plagiarism!DFOeerwOBgS9ZfnVAL63posted on PＥNAＮＡ My fingers stroaked the blade of the knife. My eyes scanned for any imperfections as I flipped the blade around. I ran my index finger down the edge and pain shot through it. I didn't pull away. My finger reached the handle of the knife. The edge was now stained with blood. I pulled my finger off. A long deep cut started at the tip of my finger and ended at the first wrinkle of the joint. I smiled. Perfect.

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