I know how to tie it, thirteen wraps and it only tightens. A quick drop to snap the neck, she screams and the moans, then body fluids everywhere. “Always carry enough rope to hang yourself”, I’m fond of saying. And I mean that both figurative and literal. Ah noose around my neck, it is a comfort to feel your bite. Shall I swing, like a puppet on a string when the chair is kicked over and the stage is no more. You know, she said, pawing at the ends, that is a nice tie.
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