Her trembling hand swiftly grabbed the closest weapon as her red-clouded mind processed that he, again, had left the trash out. Her fingers, bloodied from their maniacal grip on the obsessively sharpened shears, opened to pick up the spatula instead-she still needed her iTunes fixed.

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