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  Just testing out some theories from some readers.

  200k Words.

  Thank you all for reading all this nonsehat I write, from the beginning of the novel I made it clear that writing is something I do to practid now it is something that I enjoy doing every day, I hope you will apany me for the rest of the time that I will tinue writing.

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  "What the hell happeo your face?" Bob asked, walking around the sofa and dodging it, for a moment raising his voice before whispering again, "Did you get into a fight?"

  "Calling it a fight would be an exaggeration really," I said somewhat embarrassed, "it was just some drunk idiot, and it probably looks worse than it is," trying to downpy the matter, I tio lightly touch my eye, which I could feel getting more swollen.

  "That's definitely going to leave a mark," Bob said, moving closer to get a better look, shaking his head slightly. "Let's put some i it," he tinued, "by the way, hey guys, at least you look fine," Bob greeted my friends An and Geie beside me, seemingly just remembering they were there.

  "Hello, Mr. Dun," surprisingly synized, An and Geie greeted back.

  " they stay until tomorrow?" walking with everyoowards the kit, I asked Bob, who immediately nodded. "Of course, this is their home," Bob said as he ehe kit.

  Sitting at the kit table, before I could reach for the bag of frozeables Bob was me, he stopped my hand. "Well, at least you stood up for yourself," Bob said, looking at my bruised knuckles, a strange hint of pride in his voice before releasing my hand again.

  Geie, who quietly took a seat o me at the table, seemingly uo help it, let out a small snort, which immediately ceased as he was swiftly hit by Ao him.

  "What?" Bob asked, puzzled, looking at the now embarrassed Geie.

  "My punch might have hurt me more than him," I admitted again, for some reason feeling ashamed.

  Violence was something I never really had to resort to. Being a paramedi Los Angeles could occasionally be dangerous, and while undoubtedly hearing horror stories at work, fortunately, nothing besides occasionally having to restrain a patient ever happeo me.

  "What?" Bob asked again, surprised this time, "but I taught you how to..." he was saying until he stopped, undoubtedly remembering my 'amnesia'.

  "It wasn't his fault; the guy attacked him when he was distracted, and he luckily mao nd another punch after the first sucker punch," An said calmly, bag me up.

  "Oh yeah, and then you tossed him like in that WWE program," Geie, surely recalling what had happened, said excitedly.

  "Just a wrestling move," to Bob's surprised look, presumably uanding Geie's reference, An calmly said.

  "But I don't uand, why did he hit you?" after a few seds, Bob asked.

  "Holy, I don't know," I said immediately, tilting my now sore head, "I know he's Regina's new boyfriend."

  "Regina?" Bob asked.

  "His ex," Geie expined pointing to me.

  "Oh," remembering, Bob nodded for me to tinue.

  "He said something about staying away from her," remembering the i, I said.

  "So, are y to get her back?" Bob asked iedly.

  "Oh no, not at all," I quickly responded.

  "She was there at the party," suddenly An said, "maybe you did something without realizing it," he added.

  "She was there?" surprised, I asked, "I didn't see her all night," I admitted.

  "Then it ossibly her move," Bob said, shrugging, "that's something women do," he tinued, "don't tell your mother I said that," he added a moment ter, worried.

  "I don't know," I said, but I could really see Regina doing something like that.

  "Well, and besides the Light-Heavyweight world championship, how was the party?" sitting down in one of the chairs, Bob asked aold him what had happened, especially Geie and I.

  "Well, guys, great chat, but it's getting pretty te," after reting the party to Bob, with certain points ignored, Bob said, looking at the kit clock, "make yourselves at home," he poio my friends kindly, "and you keep that i your face so it doesn't get worse. Hopefully, you think of something smart to tell your mother to expin that," pointing at my face, Bob shook his head and tinued, "I'm going to bed."

  "Night, Mr. Dun," Geie and An said again.

  Leaving the now not-so-frozeables in the refrigerator, I silently sigo my friends to follow me to my room, where with bs and pillows, each improvised a bed on the carpet si was colder in the living room.

  Sleeping was difficult as the pain in my face prevented me from moving my head, and f my eyes shut only made the bruises hurt more.

  At some point during the night, I mao sleep, but unfortunately, it felt like just a few minutes before a short scream of pain followed by another scream of surprise woke me up. "What's happening?" I asked, moving with pain as I tried to see iill-dark room.

  "There's someone on the flabe said.

  "He stepped on my face," came the voice I reized as Geie's.

  "Who's that?" Gabe asked nervously.

  "I'm Geie," my annoyed friend responded.

  "Sorry," Gabe apologized as he seemed to move a moment ter, opening the bedroom door and leaving, presumably to the bathroom.

  "I mean, why do you put your face where he's going to walk?" joking with Geie, I said, "learn from An, he's in the er," turning on the mp o my bed, I poio my other friend, "still asleep," I said, seeing the pletely straight teenager who slept impressively still in the er of the room.

  "Yeah, my butt," grabbing his pillow, annoyed, Geie threw it at my still-sleeping friend, who in a highly unlikely act, caught the pillow before it hit his face.

  Seeing the pillow now in his hand, An sighed, putting it o him, hiding it between the wall and his body before falling back asleep as fast as he had woken up.

  "How?" sharing a look with me, Geie asked incredulously.

  "I don't know," ughing lightly at the absurdity of the situation, I said before f myself to stop ughing due to the pain in my face.

  After Gabe returned from the bathroom, this time with Geie's face out of his way, I turned off the light again, managing to sleep faster than before.

  The day I woke up early in the m out of habit, unfortunately still with pain in my face.

  Knowing I couldn't go back to sleep due to the pain, I slowly got up, trying not to wake up those still sleeping in the room, Gabe and Geie, while grabbing a pair of sungsses I had never worn before.

  Ihroom mirror, I could see the result of the two blows to my face. It was obvious I would have a bck eye, but it was still a y for me.

  Taking a pill from Mom's kit, I walked to the kit to get a gss of water. As I drank the pill down, I gnced out of the backyard window and saw An sitting on one of the garden chairs, calmly staring ahead without barely moving.

  Slowly, trying not to make any noise, I exited through the kit's back door, pnning to scare my silent friend in revenge. "Good m, PJ," when I was a few steps away from achieving my goal, An, with a touch an his voice, said.

  "Oh, that's not fair," dragging one of the garden chairs before sitting down, I said annoyed, "I heard you from the moment you filled the water gss," An said with a faint hint of amusement.

  "Yeah, yeah, show-off," lightly tapping his shoulder, I said, "what are you doing out here? You know, you watch TV, right? It's more iing than a bunch of grass."

  "No, I'm good," my friend replied, "how's the eye?" he asked, obviously ging the subject.

  "I'll hide it under sungsses; I doubt anyone will notice that I suddenly wear sungsses," sarcastically pointing to my damaged eye, I said while showing him the sungsses hanging from my shirt.

  "Sounds like a pn to me," An mocked, dripping with irony.

  After my friend said that, we remained in a fortable silence for a few moments, peacefully watg the garden.

  "No seriously, what are you doing out here?" I asked again. It was quiet and peaceful outside, yes, but it was also cold.

  "I was supposed to train," An weakly admitted, "but today, I just didn't feel like it for some reason," looking back at the house behind us, he tinued.

  "Do you train at this hour?" I asked, seizing An's sudden openness. Usually, my friend could easily talk about really irrelevant topi his life; he had extensive knowledge in many different things and had no problem discussing them. But when the versation was about a personal topic, there were very few times I could get anything out of him.

  "A couple of hours earlier," after a moment of silence, An weakly said.

  Which means he wakes up several hours before the sun rises, or his father make him do so.

  Knowing it wasn't a topic my friend was willing to talk about, again I remained silent. I knew something strange was going on with his father, being still active in the military and from what Baja had said, a Vietnam War veteran who really saw a. It wouldn't be strange if the man suffered from PTSD or something simir, but I couldn't press An to talk about it; that would only push him away.

  Thinking about my silent friend's situation and theorizing about what could be happening in his house iably reminded me of all the physical feats I had seen him perform, leading to an idea. I didn't want to gh a situation where I couldn't defend myself again, so maybe "An, maybe you could..." I was saying, but "no," An firmly interrupted me.

  "You don't even know what I was going to ask you," I said, "you were going to ask me to teach you how to fight," An argued.

  "No, I was going to ask if you wao make breakfast," I said sarcastically, "okay, yes, I was going to ask that, but it wouldn't be to fight, just to be able to defend myself. I'm not going around looking fhts with anyone," I tinued after my friend gave me a strange look, defending myself by dedug the reason for his refusal.

  "I don't care about that," shaking his head slowly, An said, "I just don't want to teach you, or anyone else, what he taught me," in one of the few moments I could dis something in my friend's expression, An refused again with a touch of sadness in his face, obviously thinking about something.

  "Well, that just leaves me with a few options then, learning from movies, finding a pce to teach me, or Sheldon," jokingly I said without insisting on the subject. If he didn't want to, I wouldn't force him to do it.

  "Sheldon?" with one of his small smiles, An asked.

  "Oh, it may not seem like it, but the boy could easily be an X-Men," standing up, I said, "e on, talking about breakfast made me hungry. Yesterday we only had potato chips for dinner. Besides, maybe if I make breakfast for Mom, she'll ignore my eye," I tinued, with little hope.

  W alone, as surprisingly An had no idea how to cook anything, following instrus on the pancake boxes and cooking some ba and eggs, I made breakfast for everyone in the house while chatting with An about movies and books, topi which my friend was surprisingly well-versed.

  "That smells really good," some time after I started cooking, Teddy, still in her pajamas with disheveled hair, entered, rubbing her eyes as she seemed still sleepy. "Oh, PJ, are you making breakfast?" seeing only me, my sister asked.

  "Yes, sit down, it's almost ready," I replied, "good m, by the way," flipping one of the pancakes, I said, causing Teddy to repeat, still sleepy.

  "Good m," An, sitting out of Teddy's line of sight, also said quietly.

  "Good m," Teddy repeated as she dragged a chair.

  In silence, An and I shared a gnce before staring ily at my sister, who after a few seds quickly turned her head bay friend, who was calmly drinking e juid repeating his first enter with my friend, screaming loudly before running out of the kit hiding her face.

  "Is that going to keep happening?" I asked amusedly, not receiving a response from my friend.

  My sister's scream obviously woke everyone in the house, possibly even the neighbors. Like her, surely smelling the breakfast I had made, one by ohey began to arrive i, Geie and Gabe being the first followed a few mier by Bob, who upon seeing my fad the sungsses hanging from my shirt, silently ordered me to wear them.

  Mom arrived ter, her pregnancy being increasingly noticeable due to her short stature, a fact that Bob had warned us many times not to announce.

  "Hello, everyone. An, Geie, I'm so gd you're here," the small womaed cheerfully as she dragged a chair, "everything smells delicious. I hope PJ didn't make you do anything. Yuests, and I'm so sorry I didn't make you breakfast," the woman tinued.

  "Don't worry, Mom, I did everything," behirying to hide my face as much as possible, I said.

  "Oh, how sweet of you," turning her body to try to talk to me face to face, Mom said as I did my best to avoid her gaze, much to the amusement of my younger brother.

  "Enjoy your breakfast, please," putting my hands on the woman's shoulders weakly, I forced her not to turn, "oh, then no mind if I do," Mom cheerfully said, serving herself food, "why don't you sit down, honey?" trying tain after a few seds, Mom asked me.

  There was no way to avoid it. Slowly walking to one of the free chairs as far away from Mom as possible, hiding my face, trying and failing iempt to not look suspicious, mentally preparing for what was about to e from the hormonal womao her pregnancy whe door opened, and Teddy, much mroomed even with very little makeup, ehe kit.

  "Oh, hi, I didn't know we had visitors," smiling, Teddy greeted everyo the table, clearly ign what happened several minutes ago.

  "Hi, sweetheart, good m, is that makeu..." Mom greeted Teddy, looking at the teenager with intrigue before being interrupted, "what happeo your face, PJ?" my sister quickly ged the subject.

  "Someone kicked his butt," bursting into ughter, Gabe, who had been eagerly watg everything, shouted amused.

  Feelirayed, I shook my head slightly, staring at Teddy, who cimed to be my sister, as I saw my pregnant mother widen her eyes upon seeing my poorly hidden face behind a pair of dark sungsses.

  "Would you believe me if I said I hit my door when opening it?" looking at Mom skeptically, I said causing Bob, who remained silent the eime, spped his hand against his forehead.

  I expected a scolding from the woman, whifortunately didn't happen. With , she quickly got up and walked towards me to remove the sungsses from my fad begin iing the bruises, giving endless speeches of about my well-being and cursing whoever caused the damage.

  After several attempts stopped by Bob ao take me to the emergen, the woman, furious with a teenager she didn't know, finally calmed dowurning to her pow throwing endless questions about the reason behind my bruises, which I summarized quickly and skipped some details, already embarrassed enough.

  After making sure Mom dropped the matter, I saw Gabe, with a strip of ba in his hand, maintaining a big smile on his face, apanied by Teddy, who was also breakfasting with a big smile.

  "I'm going to take An home, and then you go get Sheldon to my car," starting my breakfast, I reminded Gabe, managing to wipe the smile off his face, "remember, inside and out. I'll be watg you."

  Staring at Teddy ily, I silently promised to get back at her betrayal.

  After finishing breakfast, Geie, thanking for his stay, went back to his own house, probably to sleep more judging by his demeanor.

  Leaving An watg cartoons with a dejected Gabe in the living room, I prepared to take him home after I take a f hot shower and applying some pain relief gel that Mom had in her room.

  In the car outside An's house, "See you tomorrow at school," I said as my friend got out. "Yeah," An replied calmly, fist-bumping me as a farewell. "You'll find someoo teach you, I'm sure," An added, his voice tinged with what I could dis as regret.

  "Yeah, I hope so," I said, trying to avoid making my friend feel bad about it.

  Like st time, An stood in front of his house until I was out of sight.

  Returning home, I took the TV remote and turned off the set, surprising Gabe who was engrossed in his cartoons, looking around for the culprit who tur off.

  Meeting my gaze, the pronounced furrow on Gabe's forehead quickly disappeared, and seemingly accepting his defeat, he stood up with his head down, walking out of the house towards the Cooper's.

  ing 'Debbie' was a torturous process, at least fabe. Sheldon, strangely enjoyiiculously ing every small part of the car, took his time, even correg Gabe's method. They took so long ing just the exterior of the car that at some point, Billy Sparks, the chi kid, had appeared and was immediately dragged by Gabe to help follow Sheldon's insistent orders, which he did without any problem, always with his ever-present smile.

  When they finished ing the car, feeling sorry for Billy, I paid him what would have e three ics sihe kid teically wasn't part of the deal.

  Seeing the boy happily heading home, not really sure if he uood what the money was for, I indicated for him to tell his father what he had done and to show him what he had earned so he could buy something for himself.

  I khat the day I would agaihe subject of indiscreet looks, if they didn't already know the whole school would find out by the end of the day.

  With my dark sungsses on, I quickly walked through the halls to my locker where Kat arently already waiting.

  "Iing look, something new?" Kat asked pyfully as I arrived at my locker. "Oh my God, your face, it's awful," she exaggeratedly said upon seeing my face, "and you have a bruise here," she added, pointing at her own.

  "Ha ha, very funny," I dryly said, walking alongside her to open my locker.

  "Oh, e on, it was funny," Kat said, frustrated, pushing my shoulder.

  "No, not really," I tered.

  "Well, I think it was," Kat arrogantly said, leaning against one of the lockers beside me.

  The day tinued, and as expected, the story of how a drueenager had mao 'kick my ass' spread throughout the school, ae my best efforts to fly uhe radar at school, I could still feel my cssmates' stares.

  At the end of the school day, without expeg anything, I quickly headed to the hospital, mentally preparing for what was to e; I knew House wouldn't miss the opportunity to make fun of me.

  Something I hadn't ted on when arriving at the hospital was my retionship with the here. During my punishment time doing volunteer work, I had gotten to know many of the nurses who worked at the hospital. After the first one saw my faehow faster than at school, the word had spread.

  Having to expin several times what had happened, gratefully accepting words of encement from many ed women, I made my way to House's office where he ying with a yo-yo.

  "You're te," the man said without taking his eyes off his toy.

  "I don't have a schedule," I said, and it was true, I wasn't even obligated to e.

  "Today you do, let's go over what you've done, give me your notebook," House said, spinning his yo-yo o time.

  Certain days House took the opportunity to review my progress in the 'art' of diagnosing lies, always without warning and only by asking about what I wrote.

  When his gaze fell on my face, araordinarily rare genuine smile grew on his own face, "no way," he said cheerfully.

  "Yeah, get it out of your system, e on," I said, taking a seat across from him, waiting for the sarcastients.

  "I got nothing," House said, surprised, leaning ba his chair.

  "Really?" I asked, equally surprised.

  House simply nodded, apparently thinking of something to say. "I don't think I say anything more humiliating than just being yht now," he said sarcastically.

  There you have it.

  "I just want to know how it went," House tinued, putting his feet up on his desk. "Let me guess, cheerleader's new boyfriend?" he asked, squinting his eyes.

  "Yeah," I said, not b to be surprised by his dedu.

  "So, what, at a party, or did he e to your house?" House asked excitedly at the idea of the tter option.

  "At a party, he was drunk," I admitted.

  "And you weren't?" House incredulously asked.

  "I was driving," I expined, "you know what, I don't want to talk about this," ging the subject, I quickly took out my small notebook.

  "Oh, you're not fun, that's why you got your ass kicked," he said sarcastically, snatg the notebook from my hand, then after a deep sigh, he began to read aloud.

  Days passed, my eye and the side of my face felt a little better each day, but I still held a certain bitter feeling as I saw the visible marks in the mirror every day.

  Determined o be defenseless again, I searched the city for pces where I could learn self-defense. Medford, being a small town, didn't really offer a wide variety of options.

  The first of the limited options was a gym for some Asian martial art, specifically Korean, judging by the small fgs they had outside the building, along with many other Ameri and Texan fgs.

  Upoering the premises oernoon after school, I found it surprisingly crowded with a mob of young children practig in front of an adult man, throwing punches while shouting pletely different but equally intense screams.

  "Yeah, no," I muttered silently as I closed the door auro my car. I had nothing against martial arts; heck, I didn't know enough about martial arts to have anything against any martial art, but being around a bunch of kids who screamed with every punch wasn't something I was willing to do at all.

  It took several days to find something reizable. In the ercial area of the town, hidden among a bunch of other stores, a small boxing gym was my option.

  Despite the modest space, the facilities were good. The equipment looked, at least to my inexperienced eye, somewhat worn but well-maintained. Bags of different types and shapes hung from the ceiling, along with a small se with weights and exercise tools. There were some people training, thankfully all much older than ten years.

  "Hey, here to train?" a chubby man with a smug smile on his face asked from behind a small ter a few steps from the door.

  "I'd like that, sir," I said, much more formally than I'd have liked, feeling a bit nervous about the sounds of punches eg in the gym.

  Obviously, my strange formality caught the man off guard. "Okay, how about this, kid? I'll give you the first css pletely free, but then you'll have to pay," the man said.

  "Sounds perfect, thank you," I said, making the man smile even more.

  "Since you don't have training gear, I rent you one of the gym shorts," the man said, turning to a shelf with a bunch of stuff. "Also, if you don't want to get hurt, you'll o buy s for your hands, elbows, and knees, a belt for your waist, your own mouthguard, and gloves," leaving the items on his desk, the man finished, still maintaining his friendly smile.

  "So, I have to buy all this for the first css? The free css?" I asked, surprised.

  "Oh yes, I don't want you to get hurt, and to avoid that, you o buy nes because the ones I have here aren't very good," the man said with what I could reize as feigned , showing the s. "In your hands, elbows, and khere are tiny, fragile bones scattered everywhere called ossiculum fragilitatis that, if not protected, could lead to limb loss," the man said with a pletely straight face.

  "Ossiculum fragilitatis," I repeated, and the man nodded solemnly, obviously such a thing did.

  "The gloves also o be of quality because the humeropalmaris tendon always o be protected, or you could lose mobility in your arm," the man said again with seriousness on his face as he pointed out where the 'humeropalmaris tendon' was located.

  It was impressive how calmly the man lied and ied anatomical parts.

  "That sounds reasonable. I'm sorry, I don't think I ever knew your name; I'm PJ," I said, raising my hand to greet the possibly fraudulent man.

  "Randy," Randy said, taken aback, shaking my hand. "So, PJ, how do you want your payment pn for year?"

  "Is this yym, Randy?" Ign his question, I asked the man, looking around the gym and at those who were training. It didn't seem like people were doing the exercises wrong, although I couldn't really dis between right and wrong.

  "Yes, it was my father's, but he died a few days ago, so I ied it," Randy replied, unpleasantly indifferent, smiling. "It's a great business, I just have to show up and open shop," shamelessly, the man admitted, surely fident because he was talking to a teenager.

  So his father was the one running this. Obviously, Randy had no clue what he was talking about. It was almost pitiful that he couldn't bother to research to lie with at least some basis.

  "If you don't mind me asking, Randy, what did your father die from?" I asked calmly.

  "I don't know, something with the heart. About your payments..." again, with unpleasant indifferehe man said, "that's what I feared," raising my hand in front of his face, I interrupted his attempt, which was undoubtedly a scam, denying it with exaggerated and feigned .

  "Randy, you have to listen to me!" I excimed nervously. "The school coach had a heart attack a few days ago," I said, "the same as your father," I expio the man, reizing that he hadn't uood. "That's why we had a lecture about the dangers of that thing," I avoided the terminology, "it's a tagious disease, but only for the family, and it has factors that increase the probability of it happening suddenly days after it happens to someone in the family, obesity being one of them," I lied, avoiding ughing as the man began to srofusely.

  "The symptoms be excessive sweating, blurred vision, specifically deterioration of the right ear," since I arrived, I had begun to observe everyone in the gym, and since Randy and I were in a versation, I noticed several things, surely due to ck of hygiehe man would have a cerumen plug in his right ear, as he unsciously turned his head slightly fav his opposite ear when speaking. Also, at the base of his nose, I could see a mark from frequent use of gsses, it was a risky assumption, as it could well be just regur use of sungsses.

  Listening to the 'symptoms', Randy began to worry more and more visibly. "There was also something about pain in the hands," pretending to try to remember, I said, and the worried Randy, with his eyes wide open, began to look at his hands, opening and closing them slowly.

  "But I could be wrong," immediately ging my ed attitude, I said calmly, "now about the gear..." I was saying, "we're closed for today!" Randy shouted, interrupting me. "Everyo, let's go, let's go! I have to go to the hospital," moving ically around the gym, he began to push people out of the pce.

  Since my search for someoo teach me to defend myself roving pletely fruitless, I had nothi but to try to learn on my own with Bob and Gabe.

  Bob seemed to have some notion of how to throunch. "My dad taught me that the best way to end a fight is to hit hard before they hit you," in front of our own pung bag, Bob said, showing us how to close our fists.

  At least if I ever have to defend myself again, I'll be able to hit without hurting myself too much.

  Again, days passed, the weekend came a without anything different until the middle of the following week, just a few days before Halloween. Our house, like many others, was decorated with a bunch of 'spooky' paraphernalia, with es chosen by Mom for the whole family, we were ready for a tradition of which obviously, I had no idea.

  "Oh PJ," on Wednesday, two days before Halloween, Bob stood up from the couch, seeier the house cheerfully. "I might have found someoo teach you, you know," in plete silence, Bob moved his hands, boxing the air, 'he said'.

  Mom had a problem with any of her kids learning to hit another person. When she found out that Bob was 'teag' Gabe and me how to hit in the garage, there was an endless session of yelling directed at a dejected Bob. So, as an act of prudence, we decided to hide the fact that I was still looking for someoo teach me, at least until I find someone.

  "Oh, really? Where?" I asked, genuinely ied, l my voice as I walked alongside Bob out of the house and onto the street.

  "I was doing a job for a tainer pany, they had a serious problem with rodents, very iing and resilient animals, but there's a catch; you just have to..." Bob was saying, and as always, when talking about his work, he started to drift off. "Dad, the point," I interrupted.

  "Oh yeah, sorry," the man apologized. "Okay, following the animal tracks, I ended up at a strange abandoned pear the pany's property," he tinued. "There was a trailer there, I thought it was the guard's or something, but in the viity, there were a bunch of things, boards with bandages and drawings on the walls of silhouettes, tied ropes, pung bags, and things like that," the man tinued, narrating the story.

  "So, possibly, a man lived there training on his own," I said.

  "Yes, exactly. Well, I was looking for the den when I found him," with a big smile, Bob said, "at first, I was scared; he's a pretty big guy, had muscles where I didn't know muscles could be, and he was hanging from a structure, you know, pulling himself up," imitating the movement, Bob said, "but then he came down, aalked for a moment; turns out he's a very kind man," amusingly, Bob tinued, "I told him about your situation, and he said he trains another person; you go talk to him on your own, he said depending on you, he'll train you or not," with a big smile, Bob finished.

  I had nothing to lose, except my life. The pce sounded really unsafe, and a man living alone in a trailer with enough muscles to scare Bob, who is a pretty big guy, didn't sound like something a sane person would do, but Bob was a good judge of character, I guess.

  "Thanks, Dad, I'll see," I said, grateful to the man.

  "Well, if you go, ask for Case Walker, tell him you're my son," tapping my shoulder lightly, Bob said befoing baside the house.

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