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[atowncalledtreffy]

[He gives an awkward sort of shrug, grinning.]

I gave him the equivalent of “I know you are but what am I?”. I’m not great at words, I don’t know if he was listening. I did punch him hard enough to drive his nose bone into his face, that couldn’t have helped.

[ukan]

[A soft sound, somewhere between a chuckle and just a fond, wry sigh.]

You're an example to me. I mean that seriously. If I was an inmate, I would have done worse and that would have only made things worse.

[atowncalledtreffy]

[Trevor looks a little awkward at that, hunching his shoulders. He doesn’t know how to take compliments well]

Well, you know. It’s just. You think when you’re younger you can turn around evil little bastards with a punch or a few words. You want to make them feel regret or sadness for what they did. And you can’t, so you have to be satisfied in other ways.

Like stealing their shoes.

[ukan]

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