[Jesus Christ. Okay. Kyna takes a deep swallow of her beer, as though prepping, and sneaks a glance at the bartender. At least he's not paying attention.
And she punches Sam in the stomach. It's not nearly as hard as she could have made it, but it's a solid punch.]
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And she punches Sam in the stomach. It's not nearly as hard as she could have made it, but it's a solid punch.]