in back of the locker rooms of the boxing ring, soap was sitting on the benche holding a rag to his blood nosesoap:he would look at ghostyer military? ghost: Ex..he said while putting his dog tags in his bagsoap: tried that...threw me out 'fore I could get far ghost would look over his shoulder slightlyghost: what, the pillows not fluffed to your likin'? soap:punched a drill Sargent. he deserved it.. ghost: didn't ask. soap: Christ yer a prick. ghost: and your a kid. soap: I'M 25!
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