[ he walks away from the door without considering whether or not she would protest, reaching for the pot of coffee in the kitchen that always seems to be brewing. from the living room, the basement door stands lightly ajar, a hint of burnt air and metal, hints of gunpowder and warmth, something like you might expect from a small forge of sorts. ]
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[ he walks away from the door without considering whether or not she would protest, reaching for the pot of coffee in the kitchen that always seems to be brewing. from the living room, the basement door stands lightly ajar, a hint of burnt air and metal, hints of gunpowder and warmth, something like you might expect from a small forge of sorts. ]
I shouldn't be expecting any razors, should I?