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He thrashed, cut, and stabbed; Over and over again. The passion in his eyes was unmistakable- he loved his work, no matter what anyone thought. Finally, he dropped his knife to the floor. His victim sat there with a lifeless stare, unable to make the slightest movement. At last, the man had finished his sculpture.
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