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It should be obvious that, after the embarrassing thrashing I gave my cousin Zeke, a rematch was sure to come. And so, a couple weeks later - when Zeke's bruises had gone away - the 5th grader challenged me at the park. I remember him standing there with his little hands balled up in fists, glaring at me in the cute, colorful clothes that his mom always bought. 'I won't get beaten up by a 3rd grader again' was written on his face. The fight didn't last long. Zeke was ferocious - at first. He hit me a couple of times and it hurt, but then I headbutted him, knocked him into the play equipment, then pulled my fist back and busted his lip. My co