Chapter IX

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"Megan, stay behind me," Pony motioned. Megan felt sick. That guy was huge. Around six-foot-three, mammoth hands, and huge muscles. He could take Pony out in a second. 

"Ponyboy lets just run," Megan whispered. 

"That wouldn't work for you either," a lanky, shorter, skinny man with huge eyes. They were huge, looked too big for his face, it was tightly drawn, and looked shriveled. With high cheek bones and dark matted hair that was long, down to his shoulders. This man looked about 150 pounds.  His voice sounded eery, like a high pitched cat's voice. 

They were in for  fight. 

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