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He was a brawler just like me

I had a close eye on irls, which hen I saw a tall beheht, creep up behind Ashland

Gracelynn hadn’t allowed the o unnoticed, either

Which hen she saw the tall beheround before, in fact, kicking her, Gracelynn struck

See, the thing about Gracelynn was, she had plenty of uncles around to teach her how to play dirty

Blood and club ones alike

So Gracelynn had skills

And one of those skills was to attack without being seen

One second the behe

Who wasn’t crying was Ashland

She was pissed

“Baby,” I said, catching her attention

My daughter’s eyes, so much like her mother’s, lifted to meet my own

“Now’s not the time,” I said “Score Shove that win down their fuckin’ throats”

Ashland’s eyes narrowed