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I push him.

It takes all my strength to stay consious that I can't think about how I managed to do it.

He falls.

Like Ava's dad.

He tries to grab onto me with his knife hand, and I can feel something graze my skin.

Only when he hits the ground, I feel the blood running down my stomach.

My thoughts are slow today, like they were the last time I killed.

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