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The razor blade lay on the table between the stack of coloured paper and the ashtray. On the edge of the ashtray balanced a half-smoked joint waiting to be relit.

Long brown bony fingers skittered like two spiders mating as they expertly folded a red piece of paper. Mountain fold… valley fold… reverse fold… pivot fold… sink fold…

The fingers manipulated the paper with expert dexterity, twisting and creasing it into the desired shape. Gradually it took form…