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I'm not sure Nathaniel is enough of a grown-up to understand that. It wasn't a game of ball. Surely he'd accept that as a good enough excuse. She grabbed the front of my jacket.

Before I stepped back through the sliding glass doors, I was wondering, what was I going to do with him? I couldn't keep touching him all day. I didn't know what to do with that look, so I stopped, and raised my face up from Nathaniel's body. In my head he said, Ma petite, it is not a knife, it is not a single blade, it is magic. You don't try to throw someone to the floor, you aim for three feet below the floor.