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How to Stand Being So Virtuous
My son sawed through his wrists with a pair of scissors. I hid everything sharp in the house, even pencils and paring knives. If I want them, I'll find them, he told me. One clean slice straight across my forehead. Through virtues, flimsy yellow curtains there are many rooms.