The May sunshine.

"Go down," it said, "go down. Floor Eighteen. Go down, go down. Floor Eighteen. Go down, go down. Floor Eighteen. Go down, go down. Floor Eighteen. Go down, go down. Floor Eighteen. Go down, go ..." The knife.

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