David was stricken down with a tightly pressed fist. A blow to the head. David is dizzy.
David clawed the dirt with shallow raspy breaths. He knew better than to suck in air all at once. He had tried before and was met with radiating pain. His torso felt locked down with it. His ribs were broken.
“Try it again. I dare you,” Mort said as he leaned over David’s body with wisps of his hair hanging slightly over his his forehead. He pointed down with great force. His pointer kept David invisibly pinned in the ground.
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Danny stepped up to the glass counter, throwing his loose book bag over his narrow shoulders. He slapped the slim green box on the counter before hiking up his pants and belt. The guy behind the counter seemed uninterested in him as his eyes gazed to the back of the game store where two kids were making a mess of a shelf while they giggled.
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A lonely, dusty white ceiling fan hung down the center of a dismal, nearly abandoned store. It spun lazily. The halogen lamps buzzed and burned brightly casting light on dusty old boxes precariously stacked with antique typewriters to the more modern day computers. Some machines were whole with giant price tags on them, while others were damaged or completely torn to shreds.
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