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As I lay bleeding, I wondered why I did it. In five minutes I was free, or so he claimed. Yet, I did it anyway. The smell did it I think. Just as he intended. The smell of apples. To my equine nose it was maddening. I couldn’t see them, but I knew they were there, and the trap surrounding them. Shame trying for them got me killed.