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The man quickly reaches back into the wallet, removes the remainder of its monetary contents, and offering it all up to her. Andrea accepts, gently sliding it out from his fingers.

The man frantically reaches for a chain-wallet in his pocket, howling out in pain when he foolishly tries to use his newly deformed fingers to do so. Switching hands, he lifts up two twenty dollar bills between trembling digits.

Andrea flexes both biceps. The man decides not to wait for further demonstration. He dashes off to the left, towards the front door. Before he reaches the exit, Andrea grabs him by the back of his leather jacket and tosses him down, face first, onto the hard floor. When he pulls his face off the

His suggestion is cut short, as Andrea flings up an elbow that smashes into the man’s clenched fist. The gathered crowd grimaces in union from the sounds of his finger bones snapping. The knife drops from his limp hand. She catches it by its sharp blade, and kindly offers it, handle first, back to him.