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You look around.

Making sure no one is there.

Then you start the game.

You like to play operation.

You cut open their stomachs hearing their loud screams.

Next you go for the organs. 

You must do this before they die.

You can't find what your looking for.

Then you look in the heart.

And you find it.

Your favorite toy.

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