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Unformatted text preview: .. clumsily, falling down, laughing, climbing back up. I should have been able to wring his neck. I wasn't. He was much much stronger than he looked. I connected more than once. Should have pulverized a few facial bones. No damage except a cut. Rowan did try to stop the fight, but it wasn't clear to me then . . . and it isn't now . . . whom Rowan was trying to protect. Me? Or him." He hated hearing these words from his own mouth. But it was time to get it all out, for everything to be shared, the pain and the defeat included. "Did she help him knock you in the pool?" Mona asked. "Mona, shut up," said Ryan. Mona ignored him utterly. She was looking at Michael. "No, she didn't," said Michael. "And he shouldn't have been able to do it alone. I've been decked once or twice in my life. It took big men and lucky punches to do it. He was thin, delicate, he was sliding on the ice out there; but he shoved me and into the pool I went. I remember him looking at me as I went down. He...
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This note was uploaded on 02/20/2010 for the course WRITING 220.200 taught by Professor Julie during the Spring '10 term at Johns Hopkins.
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