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His Rainbow Tattoo The radio preacher shouted, "Friends, you must strike while the iron is hot." So I hit him. Full on. In the chest. The heat burned right through that damn NO FAT CHICKS t-shirt he always wore. The wound took six months to heal. It turned so many colors, looked like a rainbow tattoo. He never hit me again, after that. I mailed twenty bucks, to the radio preacher.
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