Stanley swore as he tried to pull his thick fairisle jumper free. It must be caught, he thought and tugged a little harder. A shot of pain reached his back and shoulder as a ripping sound accompanied the woolly garment. “Dagnabit!” Stanley held the jumper by the collar and saw the arm hung limply, half-severed, …
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Geek Girl Eats Cake 