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one lens of his glasses shattered but still spiderwebbing together.
bruises forming under his eye sockets.
blood curling over his lip, reddening his two front teeth.

the branch was bigger than his arm.
thin lean muscles strained, thin tense fingers pulled and shoulderblades caught the weight;
the dead wooden club swung sharply with all of his body and he stumbled.

when the parents tried to file charges no one could persuade him this was not how it happened.
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