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You don't recall what made you think smashing a window with your head was a good idea. It really wasn't.

Countless shards of glass now decorate your face and blood streams freely. The screams stop and the child looks as if he's seen a ghost, or Rosie O'Donnell.

You climb out the window and approach the child with arms wide open. You try to ask the child what is wrong but your attempts to vocalize anything at all are futile.  Looks like an errant shard of glass has severed your vocal chord. Nice job, Genius!

The child screams like a banshee and quickly runs in the opposite direction.

"Monster! Monster! Help me!!" the boy cries as he runs; fearful for his life.

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