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That's it. There's no way that boy is going to spend another day waltzing through life smugly because he's on the tennis team, and he went to a Jesuit high school, and is priveleged enough to justify dehumanizing others because of competition. Because of money.

I have twenty minutes before class, and I might very well try to give him a black eye.

I feel a bit sick. That would be the anger.