Punch

Flat on my back, spilled beer seeping into my shirt, I was thinking: they can all tell. Everyone can see this is the first punch I've ever taken. They are looking at me on the ground and thinking: what else hasn't he done? My jaw didn't hurt too badly. There was enough blood in my mouth to spit out in a casual, tough-looking way. I could still turn this around.

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