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- My right hand shot toward her throat. She jumped back. I lashed out with my left foot and caught her hard on the shin.
- She yelled.
- A good sound.
- I plowed into her, shoulder down, and slammed her back against the knife rack.
- The twelve-inch chefs knife was in my hand. So easy to plunge it into her heart.
- But you know, I kind of liked this girl. She reminded me of me.
- I grabbed a handful of her sweatshirt.
- Thunk!
- I buried the chef's knife in her sweatshirt. The knife quivered in the wood counter. She was pinned.
- She was scared, too.
- I grabbed more sweatshirt and . . .
- Thunk!
- The boning knife went in.
- Thunk!
- Bread knife.
- Thunk!
- Seven-inch utility knife.
- Naturally, she was screaming during all this.
- "Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh!"
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