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Oh no, it's not nice, not the game he plays. It's disturbing. 55-word flash fiction piece. |
| “Little boy blue, let me blow your horn.” A wicked smiled slashed his face. “But I don’t have a horn,” the boy in blue responded. “Sure, you do. Let me show you.” His laugh was maniacal. He showed the boy his horn. He showed him how to play. Then he went on his evil way. |