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Gunstackle

"So, you want eight of our best weapons?" the man at the counter asked Angelica.
"Yes, but no guns, only weapons with sharp edges." Angelica corrected.
She went to Gary's Gunstackle, the only store that sold any weapons within half an hour of Angelica's apartment.
"We sell guns, can you even read?" the man asked.
"I can read, and I know you have knives in the back. Give them to me, or I'll take them and cut your throat." Angelica threatened, laying a fifty dollar bill on the counter.
"Come on back," the man said.
Angelica followed him to the back of the store where the most beautiful thing Angelica had ever seen in her entire life was.
There was a single wall, completely covered in sharp, shiny knives. Some blades were straight out like a kitchen knife. Others were hooked like a hawk's beak.
"I'll take that one, and that one, and that one, and that one, oh, and that one. Also this one, that one, that one, that one that looks like a goldfish, and that one." Angelica said, bouncing up and down eagerly.
"Didn't you say you wanted eight knives?" the man asked.
Angelica handed him another fifty dollar bill without even looking at him. She kept asking for different knives until she ran out of cash.