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But it wasn't to be. Even as he started to turn, a fist planted itself squarely in his gut, knocking the air out of him. With a gasp he doubled over, another fist plunged into his side, and he crumpled in pain and confusion. "No, please, don't, I didn't..." the words tried to come out but only a string of short gasps emerged. "Fucking queer-basher" spat the first jock, "Your kind beat up a friend of mine last week, put him in hospital. Now it's time you learnt a lesson" "You tell him Jas" sneered the second jock. "Guys like this only know one thing, and it's time we gave it to him"
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