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In by Brandon on November 17, 2010 at 10:56 pm

Connor was proud of his heavy fists. He challenged the older students to fights and wrecked them one by one. Soon there was no one around to oppose him.

Connor found beauty in the destruction of the human body. He would tune out during class time and feel his clenched fist with his other hand, delighting in the rock-like rigidity of his knuckles.

One day, a younger student stood up to him. He was too quick for Connor and was dodging every punch until he stumbled on a rock. Connor then struck him down. His body landed, twisted and motionless.

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