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67. Fair
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2021-12-23 20:35:46After Gray Stewart made a declaration, she looked down on Fakey and Tentacle’s immobilized body. She took the two knives beside them then she slowly walked to the center aisle, right across the door where Undertaker stood.
“Sir!” she called out to him. “How about a tasty one-on-one match?” She held one finger up over her face. “How about it?” She halted at the center of the aisle, right across Undertaker on the other side of the room. She stood at attention like a soldier and clasped both hands behind her with the knives. She was aiming to look as docile as possible. “Would you heed my request?” she slightly tilted her head. “Sir?”
Truth be told, her legs were trembling underneath her pants. Death was practically right in front of her. She had two knives, but what fight could she put up against someone with a gun? She was just death waiting to happen. However
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