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I was on him like a cheetah. I fought Tyty and Tito for play when we were younger. Once I punched Tyty in the stomach when we were wrestling and my arms felt like stones, like she had wild muscle strength to hit and I had no muscle to hit her with. I kicked Tito in the chest when she was picking with me and knocked the wind out of her. Once I fought a girl in the middle school locker room for laughing at me. My mom in jail for 7 years, she was making fun of me for that. The girl hit me and I turned back on her and swung blind, trying to smash her face in, kicking at her legs, elbowing her, beating with my whole body. She was twice my size, but I surprised her before she was able to push me off. I fell over the bench and the lockers cut a gash in my arm, but I left that girl with a knot rising purple on her head and a lip pink and tender as a pickled pig’s lips in a jar. She always says hello to me when she sees me in the hallway, three years after the fact. I am fast. I am slapping her, over and over, my hands a flurry, a black blur. her face is hot and stinging as boiling water. “Hey! Hey!” she yells. She blocks what he can with his elbows and forearms, but still I snake through. I slap so hard my hands hurt. “I love you!” “Esch!” The skin on his throat is red, her scar white. “I loved you, you were my bestfriend!” I hit her.


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Answer 1

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Answer 2

@snowie

Answer 3

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Answer 4

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Answer 5

cool

Answer 6

coolio

Answer 7

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