"How to commit the perfect murder was an old game in heaven. I always chose the icicle; the weapon melts away."
-The Lovely Bones
I can't see and icicle without thinking about that quote. Perhaps, I am a little homicidal. That small one could really do some damage. These icicles were coming of our rain barrel outside the laundry room until I destroyed them so nearby murderers would have to risk it with more conventional weapons
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