In high school I had become bored with
the way my situation was, lonely. I wanted company, a person to talk
with for a while. It took some time, but I did find someone whom, it
appeared, would be a good conversationalist. The gent chosen was
witty and intelligent.
Predictably, he was not pleased with
the situation. It is true that I had full intentions of killing him.
I had hoped to talk for a while. Eventually I was forced to cut off
his lips. While this did not stop his incessant noise, it did,
however, improve his conversation skills.
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