“About the newscaster who was killed?”
“Yes. It was the same man who murdered my friend. People think he’s coming after me next.” We keep ducking and jabbing, our practice moves looking less and less like play.
“You’ll need to be prepared, then. Here, let me show you a special move.”
She goes to her knapsack and pulls out a hairpin. It’s one of those huge steel clips, that opens like a jaw. There are some rhinestone crystals running down the side.
“This,” Cara says with emphasis. “This is my secret weapon.”
“Really?” I ask in wonderment. How could a little hair pin be any defense of an attacker twice my size?
“The trick,” Cara says, as she twists her hair up in the hair clip. “Is...

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