[Since Faustino didn't weigh much more than a pineapple in a wet paper sack, he went down easily, breath knocked out of him. If it was anyone else, he would have gone for the eyes immediately, the throat, but instead he just relaxed back onto the ground, laughing.]
What will you do when you learn you're not my only teacher?
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What will you do when you learn you're not my only teacher?