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"Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me"
I chant this over and over again under my breath, the blindfold chafing as I stand against the lonely wall, and wait for one word in particular.
"Fire."
My shortest story, but a few words in the right place are a powerful thing...
"Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me"
I chant this over and over again under my breath, the blindfold chafing as I stand against the lonely wall, and wait for one word in particular.
"Fire."