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A Small Scuffle

“For such a tall person, Xiaoli, you move fast,” Lin joked, her face creased into an almost painful looking smile.

“Well, at least I don’t look like I’ve been injected with botox against my will,” I shot back, and then realized what I had just said.

Stupid, stupid move, I chastised myself as I saw Lin’s expression contort into one of pure anger; the expression I only saw usually when someone was scolding her or things didn’t go her way.

I don’t think I actually registered that my childhood friend turned around to be my biggest adversary.

Another face blurred my mind for a moment, but I didn’t have time to focus on it, because a spoon nearly decapitated me – thanks to those grueling lessons, I ducked before it hit me.

She lunged at me, and I grabbed her wrist with my two hands, falling onto my back and rolling her off of me.
We tumbled together, until I backed her up against a corner.

My eyes scanned the surroundings quickly, and I smirked before I could stop myself.

My means of escape : insured.

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