The others looks at cups and plateses and soft things that does not cut. Fools. We leaves and goes alone into the garage, looking for drill bitses. And then… we sees the Precious. Together, beside razor bladeses and the dust of many years. Waiting. We feels it at once. The blades. The quality. The sharpness calling to us. They whispers, yes… they whispers. We takes them in our handses. They fits. They belongs. Two Preciouses, yes… two. $25 for ones, $50s for twos. We does the math twice, just to be sure. A very fair bargain. The Precious agrees. They are ours, yes, yes, precious, we wants it, we needs it. We buys, We leaves quietly. We keeps them close. We keeps them safe.
by Mr_Lunt_
