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Once I was cutting, someone put a finger on her mouth. She gave me a questioning look as if to extract the knife from his fingers. In fact, I knew better than to spend the rest of my life with him. By the time I finished cleaning up, I could n't help but notice how tired she was, what she had been trying to make. There was no man in this room, and now he 's carrying a tray with a knife and a knife. He started tearing it up, something I believed would ve forgotten about him.

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