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“What?”

Irena broke his nose in the first thirty seconds. By the second round, she’d cracked two of his ribs. By the third, Leo was fighting blind through a mask of blood, and the cello music had twisted into a discordant shriek. He wasn’t dancing anymore. He was drowning. bad apple topless boxing

And somewhere in the Lower Ward, a piano played a lullaby, and a dancer without an opponent began to move to a beat only she could hear. “What

His opponent was a hulk of a man named Brick, a former enforcer for a dockworkers’ union. Brick had thirty pounds on Leo and a scar that split his upper lip like a second mouth. He wasn’t dancing anymore

Leo replied, “It’s both. And neither. It’s just a bad apple, man. Take a bite or don’t.”