The Boy and The HandrailIt all started with little things. She’d steal some public item nobody cared about. She’d take a street sign or a brick from a construction site. Not for their value, not anything She could sell or use, because She had to. This was when She was about fifteen or sixteen. At eighteen, She started taking bigger things. From No Parking signs, to security cameras, and She got busted a couple of times, too. A policeman walking past while She utilized her trusty Swiss Army Knife to unbolt a handrail on the stairs of the Family Court, about three AM. She’d seen it earlier that day walking back from her philosophy lecture. She liked philosophy… But ShThe Boy and The Handrail
Bam
*shudder*
Tense
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death by paper cuts!!!!!
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