Dodecahedrons. Confusing. Ten faces. Each face can only be seen from one perspective, but is then changed to show an exact replica of the one before. Theres only one thing that differs between them and Danny. Every one of his faces…are different. A black, lace dress lays over the desk chair. The curtains that are drawn block out ever sign of light. Black walls, white furniture. Black clothes, white accessories. I emerge from the smooth bed, pulling on the strapless dress; after applying deodorant. I step out of my room, letting my feet sink into the white, Persian carpet. I twirl down the winding steps, smelling a heavenly, waft of bacon. The dozens of knives lay over the walls. Guns, cutlasses, axes, spears all hung over red and gold velvet. They tend to make me shiver, knowing we use them every night. Born to kill. Born to love. Born to die.
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