She couldn’t have plucked out my heart with a forceps,
sectioned it with a razor,
and filed it with her specimens,
unless she had reduced it to something tangible
in the first place.
She couldn’t have plucked out my heart with a forceps,
sectioned it with a razor,
and filed it with her specimens,
unless she had reduced it to something tangible
in the first place.
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