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Six – How Bad Can a Ball at the Castle Be?
“What is it with you guys and hitting me in the face,” I gurgled through the blood that was running from my nose down into my mouth.
“You should stop snooping around,” said the guy behind the guy who had punched me.
He had a heavy eastern accent. One that fit all to well with his face that seemed to have gone a few rounds in the tumble dryer.
Snooping around? Who the fuck says snooping around nowadays?
I looked up at the guy who had punched me. He looked like the missing link between a neanderthal and a rock. I recognized the guy who had talked, but couldn’t place him. None of them had been there when I got beat up last time. I tried to focus. It was hard with the excruciating pain hammering with every beat of my heart.
“And you should stop punching my nose,” I said, yelping as I put my nose back into place.