By Michael Cheang
I SWUNG my knife at Randy Hodges, aiming for his throat. Without blinking, he slapped my arm away. Jabbed me in the eye. Jerked the knife out of my grasp and nonchalantly threw an elbow aimed directly to my throat.
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