It fucking is personal! You have no idea— you—- [Farrah’s hands are shaking. She drops Benji’s hand, and in a flash, she’s yanked her prize out from the inside of the jacket, the kitchen knife so familiar to both her and Maya, she yanks it free in her rage and holds it up and…
She can’t do it. She can’t do anything. She can only wail.]
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She can’t do it. She can’t do anything. She can only wail.]