[Gritting her teeth, Morgana feels her throat drying out. She was planning to hit the alleys in an hour, this wasn't supposed to be a complex repossession, damn it. But she makes herself smile, knees bent and knife up as she inches closer again.]
Do you have a permit for that knife? [She laughs again, and slices for Amanda's face.]
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Do you have a permit for that knife? [She laughs again, and slices for Amanda's face.]