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He doesn’t think I’ll hit him with it, he doesn’t think I’ll hit him with it, and then I hit him with it and on the ground, he looks up from where he once stood and I see him thinking how he should have thought I was gonna hit him with it first. He had been nervy, edgy, itchy. All for good reason it turned out because of how it ended up. He got a look of calm in him by looking at the blood that had got on his fingers from touching over his eye. When I looked at his blood from where I’d hit him and how it dripped, I thought about how I didn’t think I would hit him with it again. I dropped it and kept my ears behind me for if he wanted to pick it up and follow me down into the night, maybe he’d hit me with it, too.