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Silent night
This came to me in the middle of a Union Underground Song |
| You know what he said when I cut his throat? Nothing. He just flopped around like a fish gasping for air. I thought it would end soon (it was getting old . . .) but he kept flopping and bleeding. Soon the floor was covered and he slid more than he flopped. That's when I heard the kid cry upstairs. He didn't take long. |