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The things he hates most
Since he was a young boy
he has hated nothing.
Nothing but three things.
Spindles.
Dolls.
Hourglasses.
Spindles.
All that spinning makes him dizzy.
Dolls.
Childish things for childish people.
Hourglasses.
Why don't you use a clock like a normal person?
“Why the hatred?”
You may ask.
His father was a doll-maker.
And he made one every hour.
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