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"How 'bout writing a composition for me, for English?"
"My hand still hurts me once in a while, when it rains and all, and I can't make a real fist anymore - not a tight one, I mean - but outside of that I don't care much."
"What the hell was the fight about, anyhow?"
"Sleep tight, you morons!"
"Oh, I'll be alright and everything! It's right near the outside. And it's a very tiny one. They can take it out in about two minutes."