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~Zoe~ I turned back to face him slowly. He smiled as he rolled his tongue in the side of his mouth that I had just punched. I was too slow at moving and now, he knew that the night he took advantage of me was not going to be easily forgotten. “You throw a mean punch, Zoe. I’m impressed” he said. Why was he not talking about what I wanted him to talk about? I needed him to address the elephant in the room. “Where did you learn to punch like that? Did your new man teach you that?” He was acting like the upper hand was in his favor and it was. We both knew it. What he was going to do about it was what was more important. I didn’t reply to any of his questions because I figured that it was a waste of time. What did it matter if I reminded him that I used to take lessons when I thought