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HIS SKIN WAS COVERED in lumpy scars, deep and uncared for wounds from his past. He ran the blade along the whetting stone slowly. He looked to his right, through eyes mostly hidden by flaps of swollen tissue, at the girl. He exposed his gums and the three crooked and oversized teeth embedded within them.
“Lump want . . . new skin.” His lips contorted in anguish. He stood up, his thick fist clenched around the filet knife. The girl screamed as he gripped her wrist and dug the knife in. He pulled down, peeling a strip of skin away from her arm.
