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You look like a toy to me Something I could play with Bend and twist in knots and break and put back together again. You look smaller from a distance, true, but even when you are standing next to me you look terribly fragile. I can smell your blood, as if it were already on my hands, splattered perhaps on my shirt sleeves and shoes. I suggest you toughen up. You will have little to feel smug about if I mistake you for a pet or something put on this world for my amusement. If I choose to destroy you I will surely blame you for it.