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A solution of sorts I find a knife in the bed where I left it. I have been opening the mail. You thought I wanted to kill somebody? Maybe! I put it on the bedside table, the blade glistens in the light, ready. I live in the palm of giants. Huge, clumsy hands, where every muscle twitch carries potential tragedy. A knife is small and useless protection. A stone and sling is better they say, but I am a poor shot. Tigers prowl the edge of my cage, emitting yawning sounds as I roar silently. Bored they lie, sleep and wait, the steel flickering catches their attention, one eye opens slightly, fixes upon me. When the giants or the tigers decide to finish me off at least there is the knife. Maybe you were right, hell - you ever tried to stone yourself to death?
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