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urine.
     
    I pulled my feet in under the table to avoid further damage. I wanted to turn around. I couldn’t fight sitting the way I was.
     
    Fight? How am I supposed to fight? Fuck!
     
    “Get out here!” the bully shouted.
     
    With my good foot, I thrust off the wall and slid out from under the table. I remember hearing Andrea gasp at the sight of my face. My eye was covered in blood and I felt part of my mouth being pulled down as the firmness of the cheek had been relaxed now that it was broken.
     
    Both my hands clamped onto his ankles. I twisted his left foot out and back while doing the opposite to the right foot. It worked. The biker lost his balance and fell hard on his back.
     
    Before he had a chance to recover, I crawled up and drove my right fist into his groin.
     
    It was all I could think to do. He wailed and grabbed for his privates. Under any other circumstance I would never do that in a fight, but this guy deserved it. You don’t hit a woman. Ever. If you have, then you don’t have balls. Since it felt like this guy still did, I took it upon myself to check their size with my knuckles.
     
    The fight lasted all of ten seconds, although to me, it felt a lot longer.
     
    Where the hell were the police? I thought they were right outside.
     
    I crawled up further, and then got a little assistance. The biker released his scrotum and grabbed my shoulders to pull me face to face.
     
    That was a mistake.
     
    With my left hand I reached up, grabbed his index finger, and pulled it back with everything in my soul. My broken foot screamed, my cheek wailed in agony, and Andrea cried behind me. That was enough inspiration for me to try to rip the guy’s finger right off.
     
    He released me in a feeble attempt to get me off his finger.
     
    Another mistake.
     
    My right hand dropped hard and fast, my thumb jabbing with the force of a hammer head, into his left eye.
     
    Now he was screaming. His bellow was amazing. Quite something to hear. It made my pains decrease a little. For a moment, amid the chaos, I actually felt good, my anger fueled by pain, my triumph fueled by his.
     
    When he tried to dislodge my thumb, I renewed my assault on his finger.
     
    His finger bone snapped in my hand. Another triumphant moment. I was really getting into this. It felt great, like a rush. Who knew fighting could be so rewarding?
     
    Then something pricked my side.
     
    I looked down and saw two small darts sticking out of my T-shirt. They had wires connected to them.
     
    Andrea screamed the word, No.
     
    Then I felt like I’d been plugged into a Christmas tree as the cops tased me. I looked like I was choking on my tongue because (Andrea told me after) my eyes rolled back in my head and my broken cheek gave my face an eerie countenance. Even the cops were startled when they saw me turn toward them as they pushed the button.
     
    The volts left my system almost as fast as they entered.
     
    It was over. The cops pulled me off the biker and handcuffed him as everyone in the coffee shop told the cops what had happened.
     
    I woke in the hospital later that night with a cast on my foot and crazy bandages all over my face.
     
    Andrea sat by my bed. She explained that her ex-boyfriend had been charged with so many new offenses that bail was denied.
     
    She cried when she told me how sorry she was. I believed her.
     
    Andrea and I moved in together a few weeks after the coffee shop incident. She talked about being on the Other Side when she had died. Also, what it felt like to be dead. I told her I thought I’d die that day in the coffee shop.
     
    She talked about seeing me in the coffee shop, even though it hadn’t happened yet.
     
    There was something else she wasn’t saying. Some secret she was keeping. I could tell by the words she chose. The things she said.
     
    It wasn’t until the morning sickness two years later that I finally got to know the last secret of hers from the Other Side.
     

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