Mmm... I keep having... strange dreams. This time... I went around a town, killing animals. When I was finished, I went back to my house... and I seen my kitten, Napoleon, I took a scalpel out of my kitchen cabinet, and stabbed Napoleon in the stomach. No matter how many times I stabbed it... it would not die. My kitten was still alive, when my mother walked in the door... she seen me with the scalpel and the bloody kitten squirming on the floor. Then she told me "Now, why didn't you sever the poor thing's spinal cord like a good little girl?" Then I took a knife and cut off it's head...
Irrelevant, yes... but I do not wish to forget this dream... for purposes that will not be reviled.
Fabricated Falsifications Community Member 
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