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buttons ripped off, so I raised my

hand.

One girl looked at where I stood

compared to where the murderer was

and gasped. “You threw him that

far?”

I just shrugged. “Natural

reflexes, I guess.” They continued to

stare at me, so I said, “How about I

sit out this round and say I died?”

“You’re okay with dying?” the

girl asked.

“Sure,” I replied. Then I called

out, “Seven,” as the lights went out,

and I made my way to the bleachers.

I truly didn’t mind. Donna was