seven.
"lay down," he said,
reluctantly, i lay down on his bed.
he leaves the room for a while, and i stare at his ceiling.
his room is rather clean,
but i'm starting to get an off-setting vibe from him.
he comes back, and i look over,
he has a knife on his hand.
"w-what?"
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