[ he swallows, trying to ball his hand into a fist. tuck your thumb so you don't break it. he sighs, preparing himself for the swing - but - but she's a woman. he remembers pie die and hitting her with the broomstick. maybe he could pretend anderson were attacking his pie hole or his girlfriend, or his dog.
finally, that's what does it, and his fist strikes forward etven as his eyes slide shut. he should look where he's punching, probably??? he makes pies, not war, he don't know. ]
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finally, that's what does it, and his fist strikes forward etven as his eyes slide shut. he should look where he's punching, probably??? he makes pies, not war, he don't know. ]