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From The Girls of No Return
She took out the underwear, the socks, the rain poncho, the flashlight. She took out first one hiking boot, and then the other. She took out the sock that I had stuffed in the second boot, and pulled out the knife. A long, silent minute passed.
"We understand that you may have come here with old ways of being, old patterns of behavior, old habits."
Beverly tapped the knife with her index finger without looking down at it.
"Those behaviors that might endanger yourself or others are cause for immediate expulsion."
She held the knife in front of her face and stared at me until I met her gaze. It was unflinching. I nodded.
Beverly placed the knife next to her on the chair and repacked my bag. Then she stood up and held out her hand. "Welcome to Alice Marshall," she said.