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In Long on March 6, 2010 at 7:35 am

“I dream of knives,” he said. “Someone is always chasing me with a knife, but I can never see who it is, only the knife. I don’t know how I came to be so frightened of them, but I am. More frightened than anything else, even what might happen if the knife stabs my skin.”