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When Princeton landed on the ground, I tried to crush his body. I was grateful I spent most mornings running, knowing I had strong legs and a hard body. It was satisfying to hear the other man moan as the wind had been knocked out of him. He might have opened the garage door just as we tried to land, but it worked out perfectly. The element of surprise had been lost, but he hadn’t seen me coming. Literally.

I sat up, and I took a swing that ...