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- He didn’t. At the end of the day, I was only a child, half-drowned in the heavy rain.
- “Out of my way if you don’t want to get run over,” he said.
- I stepped closer, and I stuck the letter opener into his crotch. Not hard enough to pierce anything, but enough to let him know there was a point to it.
- I didn’t say or do anything. I remained where I was, a blade held close to a part no man wanted to lose.
- I waited, once more, not moving or making a noise, hoping he would come around this time.
- My hand went up, holding the soaked cards with their running ink. He caught my wrist, and for a second I thought he had me.
- I pushed the point a little deeper, and his entire pelvis moved back. I was careful to keep the blade in place. I suspected the point might have hooked on a tag of skin, incentivizing him to stay right where he was.
- Wildbow, Twig, 1.8
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