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Phoenix held the knife. He wasn't going to do this anymore. He put the knife back into its holder.
He sat down on the floor. Not seeing Miles watch him. "Phoenix? Are you okay?"
He looked up. Miles? Crap. "No, I have this problem."
Miles sat next to him. "With knives?"
Phoenix laughed. "Kinda, I have this problem where knives make me want to cut my skin with them."
He felt the gray suit-wearing boy hug him. "That's okay; we just have to make sure you're not left alone with knives." Phoenix smiled. He had such a great friend.