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"What?" Amanda asked, surprised at the offer.
"I said would you like to come with us?" Sam was smiling in hope that she would say yes and she couldn't bring herself to say no to the man. Even though she had only known him for a day, she knew that he was an amazing person and that she liked him.
"Okay, I'll go." Sam's eyes lit up as he lifted her up and hugged her. "But what about the fact that I can't hunt Sam? I mean, don't you think I'll die or something?" she laughed.
"Don't worry, we'll teach you."
With a final hug, Sam led her to the impala where he pushed her into the backseat.
"Hey, don't push me!" she yelled at the same time as Dean yelled, "Watch the leather!"
Sam and Grace both rolled their eyes as he shut the door.
"So where do you live Amanda?" Dean asked, getting ready to take her back.
"She's coming with us Dean," Sam said.
"What?" Dean, as you can see, was surprised. "She's coming?"
Sam nodded as Grace looked completely normal. "You can't tell me you didn't see it coming Dean?" No answer. "You're so thick." Everyone laughed at him. "So you're telling me you didn't see the mind shattering attraction between those two? Holy crap."
Dean rolled his eyes at Grace and ignored her, driving away to their next destination. A new town. A new hunt.
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Pulling up to yet another motel, in New Mexico, Sam ran into get two adjoining rooms with two queen beds each.
They probably wouldn't sleep in separate beds anyway, but it didn't help to get them just in case.
Being in their rooms again, all four were able to change into new clothes.
Dean was wearing a grey undershirt and a black long-sleeved button up on top with his blue jeans and black biker boots on.
Sam wore a blue short sleeved t-shirt which showed off his muscles (A/N: Think ELAC!) with blue jeans, and a pair of brown boots.
Grace wore fitted blue jeans, with a tight, red V-neck top, while Amanda wore the same blue jeans but with a small, black t-shirt.
Both the motel rooms were similar. There were two queen beds along the walls where the rooms where joined, two dressers placed on the side of the beds.
There was a dresser on the left wall by the window, an average sized television with it.
In the middle of the room was a big table where they placed all their belongings and finally on the right was a pretty nice and clean bathroom.
Today the trio would be teaching Amanda the basics of hunting. Before she learnt about the creatures and even thought about touching a weapon, they would be teaching her self defence and how to fight.
They were now in Amanda and Sam's room as it wasn't cluttered with their arsenal of weaponry, and they had all the tables and beds pushed off to the side for more fighting space.
Grace would be teaching Amanda, as the boys didn't want to scare her by being much bigger and stronger.
"Okay, so I'm going to teach you a block. I'm going to go in for a punch and you'll either catch my fist, wrist or block it with your arm, okay?" Amanda nodded nervously.
Grace swung her arm at Amanda's face and she was able to catch her wrist before it slammed into her.
"Good," she praised. "Another one."
This time, Grace swung from underneath, aiming for Amanda's chest, and luckily she was able to bring her left arm up to block the swing.
The third time, Amanda blocked it by catching the easy punch in her hand and throwing it back at Grace.
"That's great Amanda." Grace and the boys had quickly learnt that Amanda was a fast learner. Only having to demonstrate the blocks once, Amanda was able to use them successfully.
"You girls want to try some attack now?" Dean asked from his bed.
Amanda nodded as they got into a fighting stance.
"Okay so when I charge at you Amanda, I want you to use the momentum against me." Grace didn't dwell on what she meant and decided it was best to see what Amanda would do.
Running forward, hands out-stretched, Grace ran to push Amanda onto the floor when Amanda's hands reached out, grabbed hers and swung her around to hit the wall with a thud.
"That's great Amanda. I don't think we need to teach this girl," Grace laughed. "She knows what she's doing."
Deciding to test Amanda once more after getting up and onto her feet, Grace pounced on her, and straddled her waist.
She sat and waited to see what Amanda would do. Surprisingly, Amanda got some momentum going and rolled them both over so she was now on top.
Sam and Dean cheered from their beds, glad to know Amanda's fighting skills were going so well. The next few hours were spent with both girls fighting each other and Amanda learning new moves as they went along.
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Flopping down onto their beds, spent, Grace and Amanda lay down to catch their breaths.
Fighting had taken a lot out of them so it was only natural for them to be worn out and tired.
"Looks like you two could use some rest," Dean pointed out, closing the book in his hand. Getting up, he gestured to Sam that they should leave the room.
Seeing the girls in their current state, Sam nodded and hopped off the bed, giving Amanda a small kiss on her cheek before disappearing into his and Amanda's room.
"Fuck, I am sooo tired." Amanda sighed. "Is it always like this?" Seeing Grace's nod, she groaned loudly and rolled over facedown into her pillow.
"Well I'm going to get a shower. Don't think I feel like sleeping." Grace stood up from her bed, slightly unsteady on her feet after getting up so suddenly, and trudged over to her duffle.
Pulling out a clean towel and some comfortable clothes, she walked into the shower and locked the door.
Taking off her clothes, Grace stepped into the now warm water, and let it stream on her hair and down her body.
Rubbing soap suds all over herself, she cleaned while having the water relax her muscles. She moaned at having them loosened up and rested her head on the tiled walls.
Not hearing someone enter the bathroom, Grace kept her back towards to door and jumped in surprise when a pair of arms wrapped around her waist.
Turning her head sideways, she realised it was Dean and relaxed, not even caring that she was completely naked in front of him.
"Hey…" Dean buried his face in the crook of her shoulder and breathed the scent of her in. He held her tighter around the waist and pulled her body flush against his.
"Hey yourself," Grace replied, eyes only half open.
The shower was spent with Dean helping her wash and her doing the same, each stealing kisses here and there between cleans.
"Mmmm…" Dean grumbled. "Do we have to get out? So warm…" Dean snuggled up against her as Grace rested her head against his chest.
Grace nodded. "Sorry babe. I don't think it's fair the rest of the nation is trying to conserve water and energy while we're standing here and undoing all of their hard work." She turned and rubbed her hands up and down his toned chest. "No matter how amazing this is."
Turning off the hot water, and then the cold, Grace stepped onto the fluffy blue mat the motel had provided before grabbing a towel and wrapping it around herself.
Moments later, Dean did the same.
Grace was now out of her previous attire and was wearing a pair of red boy shorts and white tank top, both of which Dean had taken a liking to.
"You know, I gotta say…" Grace turned to face Dean and arched and eyebrow up in question. "Aren't you proud of yourself for not totally jumping me while we were in the shower? I mean…you did have the hottest guy in the world naked against you."
Grace rolled her eyes at the smug look on Dean's face and her only response was her walking out the door, leaving Dean once again behind.
Dean groaned in frustration and banged his head on the wall. Oww, maybe I shouldn't have done that, he thought as he rubbed his now sore forehead with the palm of his right hand.
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Amanda got up upon noticing Dean's arrival in the room. Seeing him take off his shirt and pants, leaving him in only his boxers and undershirt, she left the room hoping to give him and Grace some much needed alone time.
Slinking into the next room and shutting the door, she crawled up onto Sam's bed and snuggled into his side.
"Hey you," he said smiling, putting his laptop down beside him. "You okay?"
Amanda nodded and stayed in his arms. She lay there thinking how lucky she was to have a great guy like Sam, even if she did have to run around the country killing monsters and other evil things. Looking up at him, she knew it was all worth it.
"I'm absolutely great." Propping herself up on her elbows she reached up and gave Sam a long hard kiss on the lips which he immediately responded to.
While they were ahem participating in activities, they heard Grace giggle in the shower with Dean, so all was well, for now.
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"RAWRR!"
Dean jumped back in surprise as a loud roar startled him while coming out of the shower. He wasn't sure if he had screamed, but he sure hoped not.
Looking around the room for the source of the noise, his eyes finally landing on a very happy and chipper looking Grace who was bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet.
Eyeing her carefully, Dean made his way to his bed and cautiously lay down, still watching her.
"What's up with you?" he asked confused at her sudden hyperness.
Grace didn't answer as she started running around the room in circles, flapping her arms like a bird.
"WOOOOOOOO! WOOP! WOOP!"
Dean quickly sat up and ran into Sam's room, not caring that he was interrupting something.
"Uhh...I need help guys."
Ushering Sam and Amanda who were still in an under state of dress into his room, he pushed them in front of him so they could see Grace running around, pretending to be an aeroplane.
Dean stood looking confused, while Amanda just looked downright amused at her friend's behaviour.
Seeing Amanda would be no help, Dean turned to look at his brother who didn't seem to be freaking out about the situation.
"What's wrong with you man?" Dean asked panicking as he shook Sam's arm rapidly. "How come you're not freaking out or something?!"
Sam laughed and looked over to one of the dressers in the room.
Dean followed his gaze and his eyes landed on a big steaming cup of coffee.
"Dear god," he sighed. Facepalm. "How the hell did she get coffee?!"
Sam laughed, shaking his head as he and Amanda both made fun of Dean's confused face at Grace.
"You know she's not supposed to drink coffee Dean. Well, too much of it anyway. You know she gets hyper," Sam told him, gesturing to Grace who was now running around like a train.
"Thomas the tank engine…WOOP! WOOP!"
Sam and Amanda left to return to their room, leaving poor Dean by himself.
"This is going to be a long day."
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"Gracie, honey…you wanna calm down for me?"
It had been an hour later and since then, Dean had tried everything he could to get Grace to calm down.
She was currently armed with a pillow and had Dean's head programmed into hers as the target.
Dean was now standing on his bed, holding his hands up in front of himself in a way to alert her that he wasn't going to attack.
So far, his plan wasn't going so well.
"I'll give you a massage?" Dean said, not knowing what else would work.
Grace thought about it for a second, and dropped the pillow and nodded, climbing onto the bed.
Crap. I don't know how to massage someone…
Dean awkwardly sat down on the bed and straddled Grace's back which was now facing up towards the ceiling.
Placing his two hands on her shoulders and clamping them down together, he began squishing the skin in between together elicting a moan from Grace.
Satisfied with the response, he continued as she slowly began to relax and…unhypernate.
Twenty minutes of solid massaging has his fingers a little cramped up but Grace has finally fallen asleep, making the massage worth it.
Getting up and off her back, Dean made his way across the room as quietly as he could, hoping to slip into Sam's without disturbing her.
Unfortunately, while keeping a lookout on Grace, he overlooked the duffel bag that was protruding from under the table and tripped on it, landing with a loud thud.
Suddenly, Grace jumped up and, assessing her surroundings, was now back to her hyper self.
Dean groaned loudly and lightly banged his head on the table repeatedly. "Not again."
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Hearing the commotion from next door, Sam opened the conjoining door and was met with an amusing sight.
Dean sat on the flooring, moaning and bitching about how it wasn't worth it, while Grace was bouncing up and down on her bed screaming.
"Holy crap."
Feeling a little sorry for Dean's mishap, and for the effort his brother had at least tried to put in, Sam made his way over to the bed Grace was occupying and picked her up.
Being so tall it was no task, so he set her down on her bottom.
"Hey sweetie, I think you should calm down. You've had a lot of sugar and caffeine today," he explained, tucking a strand of loose hair behind her ear. "Dean over there's really tired, so you think you could give him a little break?" he asked softly. She looked over at the tired man in front of her and nodded.
Walking to the door, and tapping Dean on the shoulder as he went by, he once again left.
Dean looked up from his knees to see a very calm and normal Grace sitting at the desk, looking at him.
Getting up he walked over and gave her a small hug.
"Thank god you're normal now. I don't think I can handle a hyper version of you," he laughed. Grace smiled and playfully punched him in the shoulder. "I'll teach you to punch me, woman!"
Dean lifted her up into the air as she squealed with laughter. Dropping her onto his bed, he flopped down on top of her and kissed her softly, her giggling beneath him.
"Think we should sleep?" he asked, tangling his hands in her hair.
"I think we should sleep," she replied cutely, leaning into his warm embrace.
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Not very long later, Dean and Grace had awoken while Sam and Amanda were next door doing who knew what.
Getting up from the bed, Dean proceeded to poke at Grace like she had done with him earlier.
Poke. Poke. Poke.
Grace rolled over and growled.
Dean chuckled. "Sweetie, did you just growl?"
Sitting up, Grace stared at Dean with an evil glare that would have made Hannibal Lector go running.
"Yes I did," she deadpanned, still glaring at him.
"I uh, I'm going into the next room," he said quickly, pointing to Sam and Amanda's room and running away, slamming the door behind him.
"Ugh, why Dean. Why couldn't I have fallen for a nice and normal gentleman like Sammy," she groaned.
Standing up on her feet, Grace trudged over to the door, wrenching it open with tired eyes blinking.
"Nice of you to join us," Sam greeted, all cheery. Gee, wonder what happened to make him ditch his usually moody attitude.
"Humph," she breathed out, still not very aware of what she was doing or where she was.
Landing with a thud on Dean's lap, she lay down and rested her head on him.
"Hey," Dean said softly, stroking her soft hair. In response, she mewled and snuggled closer to him in his lap.
"Since Amanda did so well with the weapons today, I think we should get her started with some weapon training," Sam suggested, looking up at them from the other bed, where Amanda was also perched in his lap.
"Yeah, guess so," Dean said, softly lifting Grace's head from his lap and walking over to the duffel filled with weapons.
Dropping it on Sam's bed, he walked back to join Grace, placing her back in her earlier position.
"Alright, so this is one of our guns," Sam said raising a 1911 colt in front of his face. "Dean will show you how to clean, take apart and reassemble it later on. Right now, I'll take you out to a clearing for you to do a few practise shots alright?" She nodded. "Okay, come on then," he said, taking her hand and leading her outside.
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This action left Grace and Dean alone in the motel room. Being in a relaxed and calm state, Grace decided it was time for her to have a little talk with Dean.
"Dean?" she asked softly, so soft she wasn't sure he could here her.
He did. "Yeah, what's up Grace?" he replied equally soft.
"Where are we?" she looked up to him. "Are we you know…like…" Grace blushed and looked around awkwardly as if not wanting to finish the sentence.
Luckily Dean knew what she was talking about. "You mean, are we together?" he asked with a small smile. Seeing her continue blushing, he replied, "Do you want us to be?"
Seeing the corner of her lips tug up slightly, he smiled, knowing the answer was yes. But he wanted to hear her say it.
"Do you want us to be together? I'll give it a go if you want to."
"Yeah Dean, I want us to be together." Grace got up on her knees and gave Dean the biggest hug, followed by a kiss. Hearing Dean say he was willing to give a relationship a go meant absolutely everything to her.
"Alrighty then," Dean said, pleased with the attention he was getting. Boy, if this is what being a boyfriend meant, he loved it already. "We have a couple hours to ourselves…" he suggested, running a finger up and down her forearm.
Grace laughed at him and swatted his hand away, rolling over.
"Oh fine, be that way," he pouted playfully. "You're getting it." With that, Dean's hands darted out towards her waist and began mercifully tickling her.
She laughed and squirmed around screaming, begging him to stop. Of course, him being Dean, he wouldn't.
"Crap, Dean, oh god, please!" She continued squealing and wriggling around until Dean relented and let her have a break.
Eh…he would get her back later.
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Pulling up in a path which led to a forest clearing, Sam and Grace closed the impala doors with a soft slam and made their way to it, duffel and sandbags in hand.
Stringing the sandbags off a couple of branches, low and high, Sam walked over to where Amanda was waiting.
"Okay so how do you think you should hold a gun?" Sam asked handing her one from his bag, which was obviously still left on safety.
Pulling her legs apart a little and bending her arms slightly, she held them in front of her, arms forming an upside down V shape.
"Perfect." Sam didn't need to correct her stance as it was perfect. She had her elbows bent and legs apart so that when she pulled the trigger, she wouldn't go flying back with the recoil.
Standing behind her, he directed her to take the gun off safety and shoot one of the sandbags that was at her eye level.
Amanda stood and aimed at the bag, pulling the trigger and sending a bullet flying into the air. Unfortunately she missed.
"Here, let me help you." Sam walked to stand behind her, hands holding the gun over hers.
Being taller than her, it was a little tricky, but he was able to manage since her was a pro. He aimed the gun at the bag and got it ready for her to fire.
"Alright, shoot." Amanda did as she was told and this time, hit the target.
"I hit it!" she squealed with delight, clapping her hands together. "Even though I only pulled the trigger," she smiled.
"Okay try it again, alright. Make sure you keep and eye on the target right up to the moment you pull the trigger." Amanda nodded and took a shooting stance, once more. She looked at another sandbag which was at eye level and made sure her gun was in line with it. Slowly pulling the trigger, she was ecstatic to hearing an exploding sound. She had hit it.
"YES!" she screamed, causing poor Sam to jump back in shock. "I hit it! By myself this time!"
Sam walked up to her, and lifted her up into a hug.
"Good job honey."
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"You're not going to tickle me again are you?" Grace asked, dead serious. Dean's fingers were deadly. While she could imagine some much nicer things they could do to her, she was terrified of them when it came to tickling.
"Maybe." Oh that prick was enjoying it!
"You better not. I'll make you sleep on the floor," she taunted, sticking her tongue out at him.
"You do remember we have two beds right?" he said, smiling that he had gotten one over her.
"And you do remember I can be mischievous and pour water all over it so you can't sleep on it?" Grace shot back.
Hearing no reply from Dean but a mumble, she smiled in self satisfaction and turned away from him.
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"So we'll try the other bags now, okay?"
For the last half hour, Amanda had been practising on the many eye-level sandbags Sam and placed up and added. With a bit of help from Sam time to time, Amanda had now been able to hit every single one dead on, making Sam very proud of her. Once again, she was a very fast learner.
"Okay Sam." Amanda walked over to where Sam now was and attempting shooting the bags that were high up on branches and bags that hung low near the ground.
Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.
"Four out of five Amanda. Not bad," he smiled at her. "Not bad at all."
Amanda smiled that she had picked up on shooting so easily. She was afraid she would miss every single shot and make Sam disappointed.
"Did you want to try with the knives now?" Sam asked, walking towards her, bowie knife in hand.
Amanda nodded and took it from him, handle first. (A/N: There's a name for this handle but my brain is dying and I can't remember! *stabs*)
"So uh, what am I doing with this knife? I'm sure I know how to stab something," she laughed.
"Well there is a proper technique for using a knife during combat but we'll do that later. Right now, we'll practise some throwing."
Seeing her nod, he took the knife from her and demonstrated. Holding the handle, he flicked his wrist forward, making the knife spin and hit the tree in front of them with the blade sinking in about an inch deep.
"So just do what I did okay. Hold the handle, flick the wrist sharply so that it spins correctly."
Amanda held the knife, a little nervous, and did as she was told. She held the handle and flicked her wrist forward but let go of the handle a bit too late. The blade had nicked her finger and blood was now running down the side of her right index finger.
"Oww!" she yelped dropping the knife, cradling her injured hand in her other.
Sam quickly ran up to her and examined her now bloody hand.
"Aww sweetie. The cut's deep. Think you might need a stitch or two," he said frowning. "Maybe you weren't ready. Sorry babe."
Amanda shook her head. "No don't be sorry Sam, it's my fault. Should've let go of the damn handle," she said quietly, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Hey, hey, it's okay. It wasn't anyone's fault alright? It was just an accident. Come on, let's go back to the motel and I'll stitch you up, good as new."
Amanda walked back to the impala where she opened the door and sat, as Sam packed up the equipment, leaving the sandbags there.
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"Hey, we're back," Sam announced, dropping the duffel bag on the table.
Dean and Grace looked up when they noticed the red that was coating Amanda's finger.
"Shit, what happened?" Dean asked, walking up to them, and looking at Amanda's finger.
"Uh, had an accident with the knife," Sam said briefly, running into the bathroom for the first aid kit.
"Are you alright sweetie?" Grace asked sitting up.
"Yeah I'm fine. Sam says I might need stitches though. We'll have to see after I get all this blood off me," she laughed a little.
Sam came running out of the bathroom a moment later, carrying a white case.
"Here, sit down on the bed."
Walking over and sitting down like she was asked, Amanda held out her finger as Sam began wiping the blood off with a damp cloth.
"Sorry," Sam apologised as she winced.
After cleaning the blood off, Sam took out a small bottle of whiskey to rid of any bacteria or any other nasties to prevent future infections.
"This might sting a bit," Sam told her. Amanda shut her eyes tightly as if it would minimise the pain. Feeling a small sting on her finger and then the texture of the cloth, she opened her eyes with met with a very concerned Sam who was nursing her wound.
Sam took a needle and threaded it with some string. Grabbing a lighter from the box and flicking it on and off the needle for a few seconds, he dipped it into the whiskey and brought Amanda's hand closer to himself.
"I don't have any anaesthetic or anything as you might have noticed so just think of some happy thoughts. Ignore the pain, aright?"
She nodded and Sam began to do the first stitch. Knowing it would be painful, Amanda shut her eyes once more and thought about the first day she met Sam, which seem like only yesterday. Maybe it was because it was only yesterday.
She thought about first seeing him walk through the door and seeing his great smile when she approached him. She thought about the way he hugged her, the way he kissed her, and how well they went together.
Before she knew it, Sam was up and done with her finger, just finishing with the gauze wrap.
"Thanks Sammy." She hugged him tightly.
"No problems," he smiled, returning it. "It'll be good as new in a couple days, a week max."
"Okie dokie."
"Sam, I like her. She says okie dokie," Dean laughed. Sam just simply shook his head at Dean's immature behaviour.
"So while you stay away from using weapons, I guess we should teach you the basics in hunting, right Dean?" Dean nodded.
"Better now than later."
Sitting on the bed with Amanda, he began teaching her the basics.
"Okay, so…" Amanda started, "Salt to repel spirits and salting and burning their remains to get rid of them. If that doesn't work, give them what they want or find some other weird and random way. Christo to recognise demons, holy water to repel them, devil's traps to contain them and exorcisms or the colt to kill them. Silver bullet in the heart for werewolves and shape shifters. Spells for curses, decapitation for vampires and stake in the heart for tricksters," she finished in just one breath.
"Holy crap," Dean breathed out. "That was one long breathe! Have fun Sam, your girlfriend can hold it for ages." Sam blushed and turned away, ignoring his brother.
"Anyways," Sam said changing the subject. "Good work. I think you got the basics down. There are tons more creatures but we don't come across others very much."
"Yeah," Dean chuckled. "I bet you can't wait to learn Latin," he said sarcastically. "Fun."
Looking towards Sam, she looked worried.
"Umm, I think I'll pass if that's alright with you Sam. I think I'll stick to my one language right now…"
Grace just laughed.
"Yeah, Latin's a bit tricky. Damn pronunciations. We'll teach you exorcisms later on when we think you need it, or when you're ready. We'd rather not do it now," she smiled.
It was now near sundown and Sam decided he would go and fetch everyone food. After asking everyone's orders, he snagged Dean's keys to the impala and went out for the closest reasonable looking diner nearby.
"Wait, we're eating food from a diner?" Amanda asked.
"Yeah, sorry, hunting doesn't exactly pay well, you know? We can't exactly cook our own food and everything either," Sam said, feeling a bit guilty for dragging Amanda into this way of life when she had everything she wanted and needed back home.
"I'll survive. I guess I should've expected it then haha," she smiled. This made Sam feel a little better seeing that she wasn't disgusted at the thought of eating take-out every day.
After Sam had left, Grace decided she would crash in her room and watch some TV.
This left Dean with Amanda, and he taught her how to clean, disassemble and reassemble a gun. When he was satisfied she could do it properly, he gave her a hug and praised her on how well she was doing.
In only one day, Amanda had managed to learn how to shoot a gun, how to look after one, and the basics of the nasties they hunted.
When Amanda was all fixed up, they would work on her knife skills and they would be all set for a case.
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