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She wanted so much to do it, to use her knife, the urge was strong. It was wrong, and she knew it, but the longing wouldn't subside. It had happened before, it would happen again, picking up the knife as her target sat immobile. She wielded it with skill, as dark red ran down her fingers. She gently lifted the cherry pie triangle to a plate and topped it with ice cream, breaking her diet.
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