i can dish it out, but i can't take it

[Apollo Haddix]

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we prey as wolves among the sheep
and slit the necks of soldiers while they sleep

They were so shiny. And large. What was currently tucked away in the front pocket of his jeans was easily put to shame in here. The shimmering weapons lying beneath the broken glass called to him, and he raised a hand hesitantly above them, admiring. He removed the knife from his pocket, holding out in front of him and comparing it to the others that lay out in the glass case below. Making a quick swap, Apollo ran a finger along the glistening blade of a new kife. Grinning, he slipped it into his pocket like usual, and moved to the front door of the shop. With a dull thud, the door closed behind him. He blinked in the light, looking around critically as if he were a sentinel standing guard.

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