You needed to change the type of sandpaper you were using to a coarser grit. You’d got through the cartilage, but the kneecap was giving you a hard time of it. You hated to stop, mid artistic thought, but it really didn’t matter. The sissy-boy had passed out long before you had ever even hit the bone.
By Cheryl Anne Gardner
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