[Her mother always fretted over her using knives, though her father was the one more willing to let her try them out. Still, he'd watch her like a hawk to make sure she didn't cut herself.
Her brow creases as she wonders how they would feel knowing how often she handled a gun. That was more dangerous than a knife, wasn't it?]
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Her brow creases as she wonders how they would feel knowing how often she handled a gun. That was more dangerous than a knife, wasn't it?]
Apples taste better when they're cut.