When Wally asks me to punch him in the stomach, I try not to hold back. I let it rip. I set my feet like he taught me to, draw back my fist, and deliver a blow to the spot he's pointing at—right above ... [+]
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Mick, we are in a swamp.
Bullrush baited, thick
in the thicket, vibrant
and violent. We
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