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-Lily- “You want to teach me how to throw a knife?” I asked, eyeing the blade with apprehension. Octavia nodded. “You know how to shoot now. Why not learn how to throw a knife?” “I can barely keep from cutting myself when I’m chopping vegetables. How am I supposed to throw a knife without accidentally injuring myself?” Octavia chuckled briefly before handing me a cold knife. It was small, with both the handle and the blade gleaming metal. It was only a few inches long, much smaller than the kitchen knives, but I had no doubt I could still manage to cut myself. “Aren’t you a nurse?” she inquired. “I work with patients who have Alzheimer’s and dementia. I might cut up their food, but I don’t throw knives around. And Jane doesn’t either. She may cut people, but she doesn’t throw knives,