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There will come a time in your life when atoms will seperate infront of your eyes, the table will shake as though viewing the contents of your single persons ready meal cooking in the microwave. Vibrating molecules. This is the time we will all know when it comes, the blood rushing to our head, the pulsating vein on our foreheads, like the morning after that cheap red wine on that weekend in Milan that led to our divorces. The red mist dripping down the windows of our madness, the enamel splintering from our clenched teeth. The knife grasped in your whitened fingers, that knife from the kitchen, how did that knife get there. That knife squishing into her flesh and clattering on her skull, skidding off her rib bones. that knife is sharp, so sharp - look at it, how is it going in like that, this knife. this knife in our hand? Who did that? There is blood everywhere and our wife is there, she looks in a terrible state. I think we may have killed her.