You grip the paper tray, the scent of street tacos making your stomach growl. A shout cuts through the music. (You look up—someone's charging with a knife.) You drop the tray. (Your hand goes to your pocket, pulling the knife free.) You dive, shove the guy out of harm’s way, and slash defensively. The attacker backs off— your arm swings wide, and he’s accidentally cut. Now, you're in a holding cell, hoodie bagged as evidence.
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