Morgan grunts, holding his side. He's pretty sure the old geezer didn't do any serious damage but heck do his ribs hurt. It hurts to breath. Grunting, he raises his shirt to see a thick purple bruise is already forming. Damn it... that's going to suck tomorrow. Sudden the door across the hall open and out pop, the attractive neighbor, poking their head out. He drops his shirt and yanks up his hood. What do you want?
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