You know what? *pull out my pocket knife* We will end this.
*give you the knife* Here. End this.
You want to die that easily? *She tosses the knife aside, its blade glinting as it clatters on the asphalt.* No. This ends when one of us can't stand up anymore.
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*give you the knife* Here. End this.
You want to die that easily? *She tosses the knife aside, its blade glinting as it clatters on the asphalt.* No. This ends when one of us can't stand up anymore.
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