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"That team will fall apart without me Then ill you do? Run back to the trailer park you ca It wouldn’t on any other day, but I can’t help but think that it’s only a matter of tiet right back in his face, turn this on hi that’s why this is all happening Maybe I’ out of control today

"Nah,The team is better off without you"

I turn to walk away, and he shoves hard atforward, I collide with a few stools, toppling the on oes black around the edges, and that fa roars back I clench my fists to rein it in and stand, , Silas You’ve already got has-been written all over you" I glance back, even though I know that’s exactly what he wants The bartender is pointedly ignoring us, polishing a glass that probably hasn’t really been clean in five years Levi continues, "Don’t you fking look down on onna be just fine, but you? It’s just a matter of time before you fk it all up And then ill you have? Nothing"

And that one? That hits a little too close to hoet up in his face, nose to nose "You know h Brother’s in prison Mom’s a whore Trash is trash whether you dress it up with a scholarship and a unifor crack when my fist connects The jolt of pain in my wrist, the bite of broken skin on hts and sharpens everything else

Satisfaction and anger and exhilaration burn through me, and the world sure as fk doesn’t feel muted anyh I see it cooes for my midsection, but he must still be dazed from my hit because it makes even less of an impact than I expect I barely feel it And I don’t knohy, but the piss-poor punch ht be trash, but you’re pathetic Lazy Couldn’t even play football without cheating"

He swings again, and I lean back enough that he only clipsand break the darip hilasses go sliding and crash onto the floor The bartender yells so my own hit to Levi’s stomach, followed by a second

He curses and shoves lasses shattering against the concrete floor He coe hi him forward into a table that topples and splinters under his weight

He rolls onto his back, groaning, but I don’t let hi his and clocksso fast and hard that it’s more obnoxious than painful I don’t know if I want to hit hi there thinking like a duood punch into ainst the pain for a few seconds Before he gets off another, I shove him into the wall He hits hard, and only round

"You just couldn’t leave it the fk alone, could you?" I ask "Spoiled rich boy is unhappy, so he has to drag everyone else doith hi to list to the side, and I’ until he crashed Whatever pain he’s in, it doesn’t haives ot hih," I hear the bartender say behind ed you down You cautter"

"Maybe I do"

Then I clock hioes slack, and he sluainst the wall atdown from his busted mouth