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The wind left Dibβs lungs after the kick. He was pushed back a good half a foot. His face stung and the cuts from Zimβs scratching bled. But he was determination personified, βNEVER!!β
π‘ ααααΏα αΆαα αSα’αΏSSαΏαα π‘
Β Β Β With that minor success, ZIM scrambled back onto their feet, their PAK whirring from overwork. The IRKEN hissed at Dib as he frantically reached for a lunch tray. ZIMβs intentions were clear, and he flung the food filled tray at his enemy, hoping to induce a food fight out of the others kids. The spat could potentially help him escape, maybe.
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