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Dan hit Jack in the gut. Pow! It hurt real bad. Jack felt his face get red. Damn, he was mad. “I’ll make you rue the day you did that, Jack--I mean Pal,” said Jack. “Yeah? You and what army?” said Dan. Jack held up his fist. “This army,” he said.
But it was only a ruse; when Jack ran at Dan, it was not his fist he used, but his foot. Wham! Jack gave it to him hard in the nuts. Down went Dan. Dan held his sac. Man, did it ache. His face was pale. The pain went all the way down his legs. “Fuck, that smar-”
But Dan was not able to end this line, for he knew that it was not fair to say out loud (or type) any word more than four keys long. Why? It beat him. In fact, the idea was gay as hell. But it was not for him to say so. (In fact, Dan had been told not to give the idea away. But he did, in his mind; that is why I had Jack kick him in the nads). Thus, all Dan was able to do was say “Fuck you!” “No, fuck you, you fuck!” said Jack. "Eat me!" said Dan. Etc.
Date Written: June 09, 2003
Author: Jon Matza
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