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There are plenty ways to cool a person’s head and bring them back to their usual jolly self: eat delicious snacks, watch a sitcom, exercise, listen to music, play a sandbox game, and a lot more. For Coley, she used to release the anger and stress that she had been holding in by throwing knives on targets. She was not a teenager yet when her father trained her in knife fighting. It was as if knives were Coley’s soulmate. No one could ever win a knife fight against her, not even her father. Seeing how her knives would always hit the butt of the knife that was stuck on the bullseye whenever she would throw them, it felt satisfying for her. To remember that she was the best in using knives, it made her less angry. None of the ways that were mentioned above was the current situation though.