He couldn't believe it. It wasn't him who had held the red hot, piece of iron to her skin. He put his head in his hands and let his frightening memories swirl through his head.
You'd better wise up, Pony... you get tough like me and you don't get hurt. You look out for yourself and nothing can touch you, man. — Dallas Winston, The Outsiders
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