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A worthier opponent I had never met. He slowly advanced. I held my ground. We started each other down, each trying to guess the other’s next move. He suddenly feinted right, but I pushed him back. All time had stopped. Was he alright? Had I gone too far? He slowly pushed himself back up, and I could breathe again. He stared. I stared. He stared. I stared. The world was at a stand-still. But then it happened. He rushed forward, trying to catch me be surprise. And he didn’t stop, as he had previously. I grabbed at a nearby weapon, a stick larger than my opponent. I swung with all I could. He was lifted up into the air and carried many yards away. And… …He was no more. Farewell, Mr. Bug, you were a worthy opponent.
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Mar 18, 2010
Mar 18, 2010 at 4:09 PM UTC
A Worthy Opponent
A worthier opponent I had never met. He slowly advanced. I held my ground. We started each other down, each trying to guess the other’s next move. He suddenly feinted right, but I pushed him back. All time had stopped. Was he alright? Had I gone too far? He slowly pushed himself back up, and I could breathe again. He stared. I stared. He stared. I stared. The world was at a stand-still. But then it happened. He rushed forward, trying to catch me be surprise. And he didn’t stop, as he had previously. I grabbed at a nearby weapon, a stick larger than my opponent. I swung with all I could. He was lifted up into the air and carried many yards away. And… …He was no more. Farewell, Mr. Bug, you were a worthy opponent.
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Mar 18, 2010
Mar 18, 2010 at 4:09 PM UTC
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