He stood guard as I took the saw into the shed and cut off my leg.
Later he helped me push fresh snow over the spots where blood had stained the old snow.
When they asked why I did it, I told them the truth.
(a.k.a. the attempt of a writer to exercise her imagination)
He stood guard as I took the saw into the shed and cut off my leg.
Later he helped me push fresh snow over the spots where blood had stained the old snow.
When they asked why I did it, I told them the truth.
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