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... ing to Mickey's house, trying to beat the morning traffic. The old Pontiac moved slowly through the snow, rumbling a little.
'What the hell were you thinking?'
He gave me a puzzled look.
'What are you talking about?'
'The fight! Are you crazy?'
He frowned.
'Why? Those punks were no match for us, man. I mean, the two of us? Bastards had no chance.'
I shook my head.
'What if one of them had pulled a knife?'
'I can stop a knife ...
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