For most of the morning, I was alone in the office - so alone. My X-knife was right there, and I wanted to use it. I just couldn't stop staring at it.I tried to put it away, but I stared at the place where I put it. I finally had to use it - just a little, and that was enough. But all day long, I couldn't stop thinking about it. It was hard - so hard. I don't know how long I can hold off...