My town was pretty tough, I guess, because all of my pals had been in a fight but me, up until I was in fifth grade. Then my mom threw the rotary phone at my dad’s head. I watched my dad grab her throat and choke her down to the kitchen floor. He almost killed her.
The next day, I jumped the neighborhood Uzbek kid after school. I shoved him into my neighbors’ azalea bush and punched him repeatedly in the face. I broke his glasses and his nose. I threw his book bag into the street and ran home.
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Title by: Lafe
Story by: Nick
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