by Antti M. Mattsson
His grin made me throw a punch.
He kept grinning, and punched me back.
The world went red, as I fell to one knee. I'd feel the hit for days.
I got up, looked him in the eye, and said: "Good hit." I walked away calmly, past him.
I had lost, but with some dignity.
Monday, December 3, 2007
Or So I Like To Think
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