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I awake in this place I do not know. Where am I? Screaming, crying; shaken, I'm frightened. I do not like this place I do not know. Because I do. Can somebody help me? Listen, there's somebody here!.. It's a woman, what's that she's holding? She's laughing at me? What is that? Now I can see it, the razor.. She grabs me of a sudden, I react, but we're equally matched. She wants to cut me, I feel it, so badly.. I won't let her, this woman, this woman who is Me.
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