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I remember pretending to be a pro wrestler when I was a kid. My brother and I decided to have a death match one night when mom was out. We threw all sorts of makeshift weapons on the living room floor and rang the bell. At some point I grabbed my sister's jump rope, the kind with the plastic tubes over the rope, and smacked it with him a few times. I don't think I really hit him that hard but he fell to the floor and helplessly crawled under the coffee table where he just lied motionless for a long time. I knew he was faking it but he literally didn't move for over an hour. I didn't know what to do. I felt horrible. I couldn't even call my mom because she didn't leave a number with us. But he eventually he got up and made a comeback. I don't remember mom even coming home that night.
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