how the fight began
a short story about self-blame, boys who fight, and boys who cry
How the ‘fight’—more of a squaring up and bumping of chests, really—began was insignificant compared to how it ended: with Marc crying.
The potential combatants halted, embarrassed for him and perhaps for themselves, to witness such an emasculating action in the face of their bravado. The interested friends, who had just begun the show of holding them ba…
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