He felt like a human accordion, all the air being crushed out of him while his four bullies bounced atop him like a spring mattress. Every rib ached, every air sac in his lungs burned, but all he could do was take it, hoping they’d tire themselves out before he blacked out.
Butterball Billy, fat as all shit,
Butterball Billy, a bottomless pit.
Turkey day, …
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