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cut me a swastika hole she says. cut it like you was hungry she says. get on your knees and gouge! I held the cutter she'd bought me; I stared at her and her hole on the floor; stared at the cutter and felt her shouts expanding my ears. and then I looked over the edge - I saw myself there with the cutter and her on the floor. I could see I was a meter from her and the hole, and so I shouted to me to get on with it: do as she says, I shout to me, nauseated by the impending mess:- because I was curious what I might do under peer-pressure