The Voice
He triggered his arm back and immediately began stabbing his victims eyes. If you were there, you would be able to hear his flesh being torn open, one puncture at a time; the sound was very similar to the morning Billy savagely ripped through all his Christmas presents at the prime age of six, yes, kind of like ripping paper. Being stabbed 60 times isn’t an accident. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry.” The other man is now dead. “Happy Holidays!” he eagerly shouted..except nobody heard. This was the voice and you’ll meet him later.
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i love fastball and the way you sing! your style makes me feel comfortable
Thank you for the warm comment Jason! Fastball is definitely a nostalgic favorite.