Fiction | June 01, 2009

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I will never forget, no matter how long I live, the feeling I experienced when I landed a jab to the base of Mansour’s nose, the sudden blossom of blood that issued forth, the disbelieving look on his face that totally eclipsed that first look of surprise on discovering me with his wife.

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