WELCOME TO:
✹ BUCK-KNIFE, PENNSYLVANIA ✹

It would be easy, infintely easy, to act as though youth is unable to be anything but honeysuckle-sweet. Sticky hands, grass stains, hand-me-downs; these are all well and good. These are all icons of childhood. However, just as mothers may bear good sons, they may bear ones with fire-tongues and knife-hands. Perhaps the world is in need of more bad than good. Whatever the case, in the rural town of Buck-Knife, there is a boy named Owen Sebastian Liebermann, who is talking through his teeth and spitting blood. He is not a good person. He is an even worse son.
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Make him cry, and watch as he floods cities with it.