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I was in high school, year 12 specifically, when a notorious problem decided to stomp on these disposable razors the school gave people who had to shave (All boys school, so looking neat was pretty strictly regulated). He then grabbed the blades from the razor and walked over to me, I was oblivious and talking to other people. He then cuts through my left sleeve of my white button-up shirt into my skin, giving a pretty nasty deep cut. I still have the scar surprisingly enough. Ended up going home on the bus with a heavily bloodstained white shirt.