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Lucas looked from me to the knife and back to me again. “Drop it,” he said as he walked toward me briskly and put his body between the planter and the crowd.
Stephen swooped in with the literal shirt off his back and wrapped up my bleeding fingers, and Walter whisked the hammer out of my hands. We had an audience, and it wouldn’t do for business to have the crowd scared by a b****y knife. My friends knew this before I had even fully registered what happened.
“Oh man, looks like Harvey has suffered a pumpkin-related injury, folks. Looks like Walter and I will have to do the honors,” Cate said. “On the count of three. One. Two. Three.” As she said three, Walter swung the sledgehammer against the side of the pumpkin, and it broke open, spilling candy all over the sidewalk.
“Enjoy, ever
