He handed it to me, then lifted the undershirt over his head. We wouldn't want any misunderstandings. I'd try something more normal for me--sarcasm--and see if that led us away from the topic of my impending doom. Peter had already sat down in the middle of his side of the booth.
If I lost surprise, it was over. Could you really hit an eye throwing one of those things? He slipped one out of its little holster and threw it into the wall in one flick of his hand. That piece reacted to Cesar. I'd lost two days.
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