I grabbed the first thing I saw: A rolling pin. As typical as it was, I didn't care. It offered protection and I was alright with that. As quickly as I could with the pounding in my head, I turned. Just as my assailant made a grab for their frying pan, I brought the rolling pin down on their head. Hard. The rolling pin vibrated violently, and I almost dropped it. My hands, already bruised from the frying pan, burned painfully. I brought it down again, hitting the man, which I now saw it was, repeatedly. He cried out, trying to swat the pin away as I hit him. My hands finally hurt too much, and I dropped the pin, bright red blisters now forming on my palms. The man held his head, moaning in pain. I picked the pin back up, not trusting him for a second, and held it defensively, despite the aching pain in my hands.

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