Dagger

Yes, he had always thought of her as a dagger. No imagery came close to capturing the kind of girl she is. She is, and has always been, sharp and lethal, and every single time she’d come within a few inches near him, which only happened accidentally, he always felt like he was being pierced to the very marrow of his being. It literally felt like dying, but it was a death he gladly embraced every single Friday evening at the club where she worked.
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