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I have this recurring notion that if I ever get into a fight (at 27 the closest I've come is beaning another kid with a football in 4th grade and then avoiding him for the rest of recess), previously unleashed martial arts skills will flow from me and I'll mop the floor with my opponent, Bruce Lee style. I envision myself gracefully sidestepping my foe's opening swipe, and then applying blow after blow while easily dodging each predictable punch. Like in those movies where a person is programmed with fighting ability and all it takes to tap into it is for the person to hear a certain code word: "banana", or "giraffe", or "aluminum siding".
My common sense tells me I'd better not piss anybody off.
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