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a grin at that. "Awful, is what you mean."
"Right." Angie agreed. "But I didn't think you were quite stupid
enough to start a fight over that."
"Peacenik me? Start a fighT? Never. But after a while they got
tired of my silence and started some other stuff."
Silence. Elaine kept staring at him, 's arms crossed in front of
her. "They called me a fag. A queer." he admitted reluctantly. "Then
they started beating on me. Broke two strings on the guitar in the
fight. Then a police car drove by, sirens blaring, y took off. Doubt
the cops ever saw me, actually."
"Take off your shirt. Angie, will you look him over?" Elaine asked.
"Please?"
Angie came over, muttering something about stray cats and started to
reach out towards Rob's shirt. "Hey, don't touch. I'm fine." he
said as he pulled away. "Trust me. I took eight years of tae kwon
do. I know a lot about injuries. Take off your shirt."
"I'm only bruised." he protested. When Elaine continued glaring at
him he mumbled
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