Slipping my hand through the small slit in my dress, I took hold of the knife on my right thigh. Repressing the lip that wanted to curl, I twirled around. For a split second, I calculated the distance between us as my blade left my fingertips. It was heartening for me to find him facing in my direction when the blade stuck to the floor right between his feet.

-M.K. Anthony

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