There was a girl but she was just a head and arms. She needed someone to carry her around and everyone felt really bad for her 'cos, you know, she didn't have legs or a body, so they'd do it, but they didn't like to because she had this wicked knife and she was mean. Really mean. You'd keep taking the knife off her but, like magic, she'd have another one, and she'd cut you up good.
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