He had that cocky hood smirk as we circled each other on the prison yard. Why we were fighting was irrelevant. What mattered was that this was a public spectacle. Every man to the last in the crowd surrounding us had picked a side and howled for blood. This is because what had begun as a personal beef had become part of a larger war.
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