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swallow.
You know, I'd love the safety of carrying a pocketknife on me, but I don't trust myself with one. I really don't.
I remember the one time I said this, a boy joked "Why? Cuz you're worried about killing idiots?"
And all I could do was sit there silently and try not to cry.
It has nothing to do with killing idiots. It has to do with killing me.