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Smooth wooden handle 6 inches, nearly 10 when flicked open to reveal stainless steel The blade marred only by a few oily fingerprints and a speck of brown   It smells of dust and of dried blood
This is where i make my music, this is what i use to find what i need, If my little bro or me cant find an answer, my macbook is my tool to find it with speed,
And we are all but monkeys on a pebble, hurtling around a mediocre star among the Quintillion others in an endless black sea bigger than our minds could ever comprehend,
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