In Class Work Week 8
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He lined his club up next to the ball and hit it so it would bounce off from the wall. He did it again and again, wanting to show off. The rest of us stood by talking to one another, occasionally glancing at him. A cry came from his direction scaring us all. His hand covered his jaw as a little blood seeped through his fingers.
These work almost like haiku, where less is more and a formula has to play out. You get it nicely here.
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