A friend of his was in the quadrangle holding down a recently adopted dog and beating it, for what he never discovered. He was in university at the time. He’d just stepped out of the shower. Towel around his waist, he had walked to the window of his third-floor dormitory. He ran out of his room and downstairs, losing the towel at a leap in the stairwell, and ran naked onto the quadrangle, flooring his friend at a run. Holding him down, nude and sculpted, hitting with the confidence of the socially elevated, he hospitalized him. Activism takes all comers.
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