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[ The sound of bone crunching beneath his weight cut through the silence like a knife. He didn't let up, twisting the toe of his sneaker into the mangled joint, patiently waiting for the inevitable release. ]
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It's not '๐๐๐๐ a crayon.'
[ He said, maintaining steady downward pressure to pin the girl in place. It was fortunate โ for him, at least โ that the guardians of the orphanage rarely seemed to be around when these little altercations occurred.
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