TWO

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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ˗ˏˋ FIGHT ˎˊ˗

"your going up against max tonight." harry stretched his left arm, twisting to the right.

"how many fights has he lost?" harry asked.

"two." liam answered watching harry uneasily. "you do know that he gave gave a lad permanent brain damage, right?" harry only hummed in response switching arms.

"so have i."

"no harry, you don't understand me here. the guy is a veggie now. nothing upstairs but the basics off a child. he rattled everything out."

"do you not think i can do this?" harry asked his friend.

"no, i'm just telling you to be careful." harry peeled off his shirt, and threw it to his bag. "harry, 'm just-" he paused. "kick his ass?"

"gladly."

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