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Knife Master

I probably shouldn’t have been drinking last night. I smile at my lovely assistant as I heft and feel the weight of my knives. Perfectly balanced, but was I? The crowd applauded when I came out. The Wondrous Knife Master of the Orient. Actually, I was from Jersey, but they didn’t care. My God, how pretty she looked. I threw the first knife and it landed flat against the board. Christ! Get it together, man. I twirled the second knife in my hand and held it up for the crowd to see. Smile. I wanted to vomit. I threw again….

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