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Tiki Moon #268

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I had one chance. I reached over my head to the desktop, searching for anything to use as a weapon. I felt a piece of metal. It was cool to the touch. It had a long spike on it. I'd seen one on Scarlett's desk. It was a memo spike. A metal base with a spire jutting up that had a sharp point on the end. Office workers impaled memos down on to them. Sort of a violent alternative to a paperweight.

I grabbed the base in my hand, letting the spire come up between my second and third fingers...

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