Chapter 39: Does He Like Me?
"Do you not remember?" Monroe queried insistently. "You couldn't have forgotten, could you? Back then when you put that kitchen knife on the desk closest to the podium, stabbing it into the tabletop, the person sitting there was me. You don't remember?" Jack thought back. He did have some recollection of the event. How could he forget something like wielding a kitchen knife at his sister's school when he was eight years old? He remembered barging into his sister’s classroom, basically reenacting the way his mother would put a knife down while cooking, and plunged the knife straight into the desk. It must have been quite a sight, reminiscent of a butcher ready to slaughter, startling everyone in the class. Even the female teacher hid in the corner, scarcely daring to breathe. After all
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