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I hold my breath as he turns the last knife in his hand. I see a glint in his eyes as he pulls his arm back and lets the

knife fly. It comes straight at me, spinning, blade over handle. My body goes rigid. This time, when it hits the board, my ear stings, and blood tickles my skin. I touch my ear. He nicked it. And judging by the look he gives me, he did it on purpose.