Chapter 13 Not a fair fight

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Monday morning arrived like a punishment I already earned. I stood in front of the mirror for twenty minutes debating whether to call in sick. The bruises had darkened overnight-left eye socket a deep violet-black, lid so swollen I could barely open it, lip scabbed and cracked, jaw mottled purple....

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