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Show 48 basic summary is that, as a "skinny fuck," I need to make sure to use my long arms and legs to my advantage, and don't let anyone close. This is how you throw a kick to the ribs without letting your defenses down. This is how to defend in the first place. Since you are "not the strongest," wait for the other guy. Most people will leave an opening. Just wait. It's Sunday and I'm sitting with my family at church. I can see Lane's family sitting a few rows ahead of us. I don't know why they are in the same ward since they live half the face of a mountain away and it's not like there's a shortage of wards in Pleasant Grove. Lane himself is up on the stand getting ready to bless the sacrament. He is wearing an X-Men tie that I would probably like except for my commitment to despising him. It's been a few weeks since he last kicked my ass and I think I am turning into a better fighter. After the song, Lane gives the prayer for the bread. O God, the Eternal Father, we ask thee in the name of thy Son, Jesus Christ, to bless and sanctify this bread to the souls of all those who partake of it; that they may eat in remembrance of the body of thy Son . . . I am at the age where I should be up on the stand saying the prayer, but for a while there I stopped going to church and I haven't been ordained a priest. I gave my parents the usual reasons, which a lot of my friends were giving: I told them I was worried about polygamy being an eternal principle, and did they know black people didn't get the priesthood until 1978, and don't they see that the whole structure of the church is patriarchal, just look at the way you two act, and so on. Not that I've figured out |