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Upstairs, I’d remembered some thing. I am proper-handed, but when I amusing-punched Gil on the arm, I used my left hand. I did this to avoid touching that awful scar. True, it changed into healed up, however I turned into afraid to move near it. Like it might tear open anew and begin spewing blood. So I used my left hand and hit his right arm. I squinted and moved closer. I could see the lowest of the scar peaking out underneath the T-blouse. The room began to spin. Mrs. Perez had said that her sons scar become on his proper arm. But then I might have punched him with my right hand, ergo, hitting his left shoulder. But I hadn’t carried out that. I had punched him with my left hand- on his right shoulder. Now I had the evidence. Gil Perez’s scar turned into on his left arm. Mrs. Perez had
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