What shocked me was that at first I did not recognize these two boys, but then realized that they were two of the neighborhood children that I saw each day. It was difficult for me to recognize these two faces behind the bestial masks of aggression that were vividly displayed before me.

I'm gonna kill you," one of boys snarled into the face of the other. I remember that his name was Tony and he was the kind red-haired boy who had helped me fix a puncture on my bike a few weeks ago. The other boy who had black hair, simply snarled and pushed back

The two were locked together in a struggle, tearing and grasping at each others shirts. "Yeah," said the black - haired boy" let's see you do it." This tussle seemed to go on forever until Tony suddenly stepped back and hit the black -haired...
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