of a mile away. I suspect that his size and boisterous personality had a great deal to do with the fact that most of my fighting with schoolmates died down after he and I became friendly. I can imagine no one would’ve wanted to get on Dash’s bad side by egging me in to a conflict so, my classmates generally left Dash and I alone. But, then again, Dash’s infectious personality made him friendly with everyone.

  Sitting behind the reception desk now, he still seems larger than life.  He stands to greet me and extends his hand.  At six and a half feet tall with close-cropped brown hair, he fits the part of a Peace Squad member.  His dark blue shirt can barely contain his bulging muscles and as my hand grips his, I mentally shudder at the thought of what he could do to a delinqu...

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