[ he had taken too long in leaving his sisters room, and there were already people there prying about. his dear sister had secured her new pair of hands, but he had not arrived there in time to meet the boy who's hands he could take.
so now it was a matter of waiting for him to come down.
at the bottom of the stairs, Vice stands in complete and utter silence. at his side, brushing against his dirtied smock, and held firmly in his flesh, is his knife. ]
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so now it was a matter of waiting for him to come down.
at the bottom of the stairs, Vice stands in complete and utter silence. at his side, brushing against his dirtied smock, and held firmly in his flesh, is his knife. ]