At my in-laws’ BBQ, my brother-in-law held red-hot barbecue tongs inches from my throat, mocking: “Let’s see if the little princess flinches.
The booming voice didn’t belong to anyone in the family. It was a professional sports commentator, amplified to maximum volume and echoing across the suddenly silent backyard. “…AND LOOK AT THAT LEVERAGE, JOE! NOBODY SURVIVES HER CLINCH!” Derek froze. The drunken, sadistic sneer on his face dissolved into total confusion. His bloodshot eyes darted toward…
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