Punch Like a Girl

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[This short story can be found in the collection Brokenhearted Ironies]

There was a quick rap on one of the rickety frosted glass panes in the office door and Dan Stone stepped into the room, black hair somewhat disheveled, dark circles obvious, though not prominent, beneath light blue eyes.

“Mr. Stone,” Principal Brandywine began, “I’m sorry to bring you — ”