turned a deathly shade of white when she hissed, “I am going to castrate that little shit—” “Oh my god, no!” I squealed. Thinking back over my words, I suddenly realized how badly that must have sounded to Mrs. Kavanagh and, desperate to wipe the look of terror off her face, I quickly clarified. “Out. Johnny knocked me out. Not up.” Oh, dear god, let me die. “Out,” I emphasized for the dozenth time. “The bump was on my head.” “How did he hurt you?” his mother asked, looking troubled and yet massively relieved. I sighed heavily. “With his balls.” “With his balls?” she repeated, looking
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