Now she's excited, practically bouncing. "Ooohhh, ohhh, ohhh, can I have a butterfly knife? They wouldn't let me have one back at the org... after I cut my finger off the first time. I was just testing how sharp it was, really... but they banned them after that."
There's a rattling from her bag, and she lights up, doing a backwards somersault off of Mel's lap, skipping over to the bag and reaching in, pulling out the bowling ball containing a head floating in a nutrient bath 0 most of the tequila mixed in having gone through the head for now.
She shakes it violently. "Dad, you awake?"
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