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PUNCHES IN THE ALLEY
I was walking the alleyways, collecting aluminum cans to sell on the next Saturday. I usually did this alone. I liked being alone, however, on this day I was there with my little brother, Alex, on babysitting duty.
Jason roared down the way with his side-kick riding bitch on the back of a gas powered mini bike, stopping there just to fuck with me.
Getting my ass kicked in the alley by the bully while his crony told him to let me be, as I picked up the pretty pink brick for defense, as the dobermans barked across the fence.
The bully grinned, and I dropped the brick back down to the concrete and took the punches, because I knew that if the brick missed his head, my head would get the brick, instead. And I knew that if I threw a few punches, that I would lose with more bruises, and that he would come after my little brother Alex next.
I took the punches,
Jason roared down the way with his side-kick riding bitch on the back of a gas powered mini bike, stopping there just to fuck with me.
Getting my ass kicked in the alley by the bully while his crony told him to let me be, as I picked up the pretty pink brick for defense, as the dobermans barked across the fence.
The bully grinned, and I dropped the brick back down to the concrete and took the punches, because I knew that if the brick missed his head, my head would get the brick, instead. And I knew that if I threw a few punches, that I would lose with more bruises, and that he would come after my little brother Alex next.
I took the punches,
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