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Fat Mikey
Fat Mikey had Benny in a headlock—again. I ran over with a bag of snowballs. He laughed and tightened the lock. “Let him go!” “Or what?” I launched a snowball; smacking his forehead. Like a mad bull, Fat Mikey charged full speed and tackled me. It didn’t matter though; I finally confronted our bully. QwestionEvrythng
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