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scuffles occurred, and a few numbers

were called. Suddenly, I felt

someone grab my shirt. I was on the

varsity wrestling team, and we

practiced hand control ad nauseam.

Without even thinking, my reflexes

kicked in. I grabbed the person’s

wrist and threw him across the room.

I wasn’t dead, but someone was

groaning.

The person said, “I’m the

murderer, but I think I was just killed.

Turn on the lights.”

The lights came on, and there on

the floor, about twenty feet from me,

was one of the actors. I thought I

surely couldn’t have tossed him that