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"Wooohooo!" said Jimmy watching Rocky Balboa knock out people.
" I wanna be just like him!" he said to his mother. "Jimmy, your only 14." she said softly "Fine--." she was cut off by the sound of the truck rumbling up in the drive. "Jimmy, hide in your closet and lock the latch how I showed you." she said firmly gripping the chair. "yes mother he said running into the closet in the far bedroom. "Who were you talkin' to Janet?" said Stan "No one hun, No one at all." she said it so calmly he believed it for a moment. "WHERE'S JIMMY, I KNOW YOU WERE TALKIN' TO THAT NO GOOD SON OF A GUN." he yelled throwing the empty beer bottle he held right above her head shattering. "He l-l-l-left." She finaly stammerd out in a few jumbled words. " I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DON'T-." he was then cut off by his wife. "Don't you ever swear to God." she said exadurating ever. "Listen HERE." he said grasping her wrisps holding her up to the wall. "This is my house and I'll do what I WANT so.. Hun... Sweetie? Where is he?" She gasped gulping in air she stretched a boney finger towards the back door. He let her down and walked out. She got him out of the closet and took the keys to the old truck and floored it out and down the drive before she could be stopped