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By Jack Joseph Smith

Bull shit, They're hungry Beavers said Dandy,’ They didn't get any of Murphy meats! We were-all' high with one after ano,ther of the golden brews and I went’ passing through the conversation and on to anouther dismal’ place, that seemed ready for Lightings! Which one? Beaver was-readyé' The meat was gone and the fire was still in Kindle, That’ ones: Get. him Beavers He is om the prowl) Better get him nows I turned’ in time to-see the last moments of dreamer being turned to savages as Beaver: sprung across the dark medow’and his viotum went downs: I ran toward then, my eyes-fastly catching their twisting movementes You bastard’ O'Dandy, I cried; as I ran; But it was to lates The victums friends were-coming strong now and swinging wildly as they ran;: Notre Dame was charging through the blackness with their white college teeth flashing and their lungs seem ingly desired their mouths to foem; Young Ben, Earnest the Adventurer, Murphy, oO Bandy, and the every popular Frost, cocked our fists and waited for the onslaughts ALL others that we knew? Scattered; The first wave came with their heads low under the moonlights Girls screamed in the shadows, as if their heade were thrown back so as the earth dragged their hair into the roots of begimningss Murphy caught one on the run and threw him to mes His jaw cracked and my fist felt it break, as I lipted him in his stumbles. All stopped for a moment in the horror sound of shattered poness O'Dandy thought himeelf very funny as he saids Anyone who wants to continue this, oan step over the hill with my buddy Murphys He was leaning with his cocky head, and pointed toward Murphy over his shoulder with his stabby thumbs Angry yells rose in the layered air and a moan of lost understanding was coming from the pitted grasse

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Beaver jumps his target, the Notre Dame boys rush in, Michael and the others brace for the charge, and a shattered jaw brings the fight to a sudden, sickening pause that leaves him unsure whether he or Murphy did the damage.

This is where the swagger breaks and the scene finally becomes morally legible to the speaker himself. The page keeps insisting that nobody could see anyone clearly inside the rage, which makes the injury feel less like victory than collective blindness.

Claude

Michael turns in time to see the first victim go down under Beaver's spring; a jaw cracks in his own fist, Notre Dame charges with white college teeth flashing, O'Dandy offers leaning cockily that anyone who wants more can step over the hill with Murphy.