Billy walks into the house with a black eye, covered in dirt and bruises, with a bandaid on his cheek and another on his wrist. His clothes are ragged and torn and he's carrying one shoe. His knuckles are covered in some unidentified grime and sweat rolls down his face.
"I think my guardian angel took the day off." he says, understating the situation rather dramatically.
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