[He feels a weird ambivalence as she reaches out to take it. It feels good to give something that might help protect a kid, and it also feels like the stupidest act in the world to give a weapon to a potential threat.
But he doesn't change his mind, only dropping his hand when she's taken it. It's a good knife, a switchblade that locks out.]
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But he doesn't change his mind, only dropping his hand when she's taken it. It's a good knife, a switchblade that locks out.]
Does anyone else live in there?