Time stopped with the blade 3 inches from my chest. Or the drunk enemy of mine stopped, I couldn’t make out what before she came into the scene at the corner of my eye. Holding a frying pan over her head with her red dress flying all over the place. Then the thought hit me. I would survive, how could I ever repay her, maybe with a date, yeah that would be nice.
Just a quick dodge from the flimsy knife and a quick kick to the ribs.
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