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"Well, at least you ganged up on them," Bob said when he saw them at band practice the next day, "You're less hurt than if it had just been one of you."

"They said my eyebrow may never grow back completely," Frank said, accusingly. "Next time you should help us out, okay."

"Next time you don't fight the fucking lacrosse team with puny fucking little croquet sticks, okay," Bob said, rolling his eyes.

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Mikey sneaked out that evening to go on a clandestine date, and Gerard had to admit he was impressed. He and Frank were just lying on the bed, too sore to really be doing anything and complaining every time they had to move.

"Last year of this," Gerard reflected.

"What?" Frank raised his head, "Why the fuck do you say that? We're just going to college, why the fuck would that make a difference? I'm still going to fucking want to be with you whether we're here or in New York, how can you – "

Gerard couldn't help smiling. "I meant the last year of us fighting those guys."

"Oh." Frank lay back down again. "Whatever."

"But thanks for saying those nice things."

"My eyebrow may never grow back completely," Frank whined.

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