A very Short Story



She slaps my face, sending me back to my childhood.
Alcohol, cigars, protection behind my mothers apron.
Embarrassment is quickly overcome by anger.
The fight begins, names and insults are thrown around.
A relationship transposed with bruises on skin.

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El Bandito Bibliotequa...or something.
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