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A couple years later, on the blacktop of my Junior High, a large boy shoved me hard with the palms of two big, thick hands.

“Ready to finish our fight?” the boy asked. “Come on!”

My mind first sped up and then slowed down searching for an answer of where I knew this boy from. My only fight ever had been with my friend Tony.

The classmate pushed me again.

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