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I grabbed the first thing I saw: the broom. Raising the long object, I turned around as quickly as I could to see the man, as I now saw it was, snatching up his frying pan and standing. I swung the broomwith all of my might, the stick hitting the man right acrossed the top of his head. He was obviously not expecting me to retaliate, because he cried out, dropping the pan. It clattered to the floor as I swung the broom again. I swung it wildly, occasionally missing the man. The wooden handle vibrated violently as I beat the man. He covered his head with his hands in an attempt to shield it. I finally stopped when the burning in my hands became to much for me to bear. I dropped it, waving my hands rapidy. I noticed the bright red blisters forming and grimaced before looking at the man. I frowned as I saw that he was reaching for the broom.I snatched it back up and smacked him again. "NO!" I growled, raising the broom again despite the aching pain in my hands.   

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