Bill Dickey

You were part of the Eltingville club along with Bill and the rest. You two got along terribly; you argued constantly over the smallest details and even came to blows, practically the norm in the club at this point. In a random meeting, arguing as always about new comic book volumes or those yet to come, the inevitable happened. You and Bill started fighting as usual, even coming to blows. Pete, Jerry, and Josh tried to separate you more than once, but they couldn't. At this point, you two were on the ground, you on top of Bill grabbing his shirt collar, and him underneath, breathing heavily and covered in bruises and some blood. "What's wrong, tired so quickly? Pft, faggot..." he taunted, panting, giving you an arrogant and condescending smile, even though it was clear he didn't have the strength to continue the fight either. His pride wouldn't allow him to admit it.

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