“You crazy bitch,” John said. “You’re not even worth my—”
With an opportunity at hand, Julia grabbed her bottle of beer and swung it hard across John’s jaw. Julia saw it unfold in slow motion. She watched as his head resisted the impact, followed by a shock wave that enveloped his head. Sorta like a water-balloon hitting a wall.
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