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I stood there for a second in the alley, looking down at Ammar's body. He was unconscious. My knuckles hurt.
"I thought that would feel more satisfying," I whispered to Jim.
"He's just a punk," Jim said. "Let's roll."
It was night, by now. The pit was in a fenced-off clearing behind us. I could see other pits half-dug nearby. I shivered.
Ammar had left his bike between two low storage buildings. Jim and I climbed onto the dusty machine. He kicked it to life. I could hear a baby start crying somewhere.
"Hold on," Jim said.
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