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'Alive yet?' The words from Fritz came haunting Mike. He stayed in the bed, he had no interest whatsoever in Fritz. Fritz had a tray in his hand. He could see Fritz carrying the tray, coming to him. He shouted, 'Why the f**k are you here again?' Fritz laughed, 'I will explain. Let me just put this aside, and sit.' He had to be quite cautious this time. There was a guy outside, he closed the door from outside. The room felt isolated again. He looked at Fritz. Fritz wasn’t looking decent anymore. Rather, he was looking barbaric. Mike sat in the corner of the bed. Fritz put the tray aside, and sat beside him, 'Don’t worry. It’s okay now. I'm not here to thrash you again.' Mike couldn’t be sure. Fritz continued, 'Well, to be honest, I never thrashed anyone before. Thrashing is not
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