“Master, do you trust me?” Shimon stared hard into Ali’s eyes
Ali took a deep breath and handed the knife back to Shimon.
“Thank you.” Shimon thrust the knife into his belt. “Now why was that so hard?”
“Because I’m nervous about this deal, all of a sudden.”
“Let’s just go to sleep already.”
“No, let’s get out of here. I want to go back home. I have a terrible feeling about all of this.”
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