Discalmer -I own nothing.
this is my own made up story
Introduction
I was 10. I was in ballet class. We were doing randasams. My teacher was messing with the C.D. player . I wasn't paying attention. I was just staring. Staring at the three white ballet shoes, moving in perfect unison, when the shards of glass came wising by my neck and slit my throat.
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