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October 30, 2015

One day, after Davey had bullied Bobby Doans into a corner, and Davey had voiced yet again his far too accurate Mr. Burkins imitation, Burkins took matters into his own hands – and those hands made fists. The fists, in turn, were meant for business.

Perkins grabbed Davey by the shirt collar and ushered him not so gently into the private study cube at the back of the classroom.

“If you keep up with this nonsense, you little shit, I swear I'll KILL you!” Perkins huffed between clenched teeth.
The two were pressed into the little study behind the closed door.