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Bobby's face was gashed down each cheek. He was holding his hands in front of him and blubbering. |
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Matty got up and in one move his hand went through the stick. The boy looked in disbelief at the two halves in his hands then back at Matty. |
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Bobby pulled himself to his feet. Slowly they backed away, not taking their eyes off Matty. |
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Before they bolted, in a ragged voice Matty whispered, "Say anything, and your ass is grass." |
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