Shit. Sorry. [She wants to explain. She also very much does not want to talk about Joel. It's only that lump of guilt that leaves her considering handing over her knife, her most prized possession of the very few she has.]
[He's fucking dying.]
[She hands it over slowly, cautiously.] Just- be careful with it, okay?
[Who is she to judge him? Fuck. They've all got dead people. That was my mom's knife.]
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[He's fucking dying.]
[She hands it over slowly, cautiously.] Just- be careful with it, okay?
[Who is she to judge him? Fuck. They've all got dead people. That was my mom's knife.]