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Digging for Righteousness

“Who’s side are you on, anyway?” George questioned impatiently. Dan just grunted and kept on digging.
“Hey! Answer me, jerk. Who’s side are you on?”
Dan stopped, leaned on the handle of his shovel and glared at George. He assessed his partner more fully than he had this morning. He was on the shorter side, stocky, but not because he took care of him self. He was the kind of guy who got by because he was naturally big, and others probably avoided him. He wasn’t very quick, Dan surmised, in more ways than one. He answered slowly, “I didn’t think there was any sides to choose.”
“You know damn’ well there are sides, idiot.”
Dan turned to hide a smirk at that last word.
“Don’t be trying to get out of answering” George growled menacingly.
Dan raised himself up to full height. He was easy to overlook, but once angered hard to forget.
“I am always on the side of the righteous, and if you’re looking for a fight, I’ve already won, so save your energy for digging this hole. We’ve got a lot to bury”

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