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Every Eurozone Bank (And Nation) For Itself

http://seekingalpha.com/article/3894836-every-eurozone-bank-nation

A Taste of the Chandy

"Do you know what you're doing?"

The boy unlaced the leather tie of his accessory belt, letting it fold open across the steel utility cart. He turned back, pleating his fingers low, in contempt. His smile was the elegant quake of madness. 

"I don't know," The boy caressed an eight inch Zwilling Henckels with the palm of his open hand. "You tell me."

And yet, there were no words for this moment. Not even during the climax. He struggled with his bindings, but the rope was hot and rough like sandpaper. The boy drew in closer, the long, sleek blade protruding from behind his pressed fingers.

"Alright, Damian--"

Damian's fingers enclosed around the point in his jaw, lifting his entire body from the post that held him fastened to the ground.

"Do not speak of me."