Sunday, 21 February 2016

Little Fingers

There once was a girl. She had no friends. So she sat in her room all sat and told the cat she would create them. Well days went by and no one heard from her. No one checked what she was doing in that room until long after when a foul smell started to come from it. They went inside and observed each of her little fingers wound with a knot of hair. "Well who did the right hand?" asked the detective.


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