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I burst into my little sister’s room, intent upon terrorizing her to the point of tears. It’s what we’ve always done, since we were kids. This time was different. I had forgotten that Lela started judo lessons a couple months back. She and a couple friends attend classes 3 nights a week. I was aware she was learning judo, but I never really gave it a second thought. And that’s how my little sister beat me up for the very first time. She flipped me over her shoulder, and I hit the floor with a loud thud. She threw me over her hip, and I was floored again. She twisted my wrist, and threw me that way. In all, my harmless little sister threw me a dozen times, until I was dizzy and exhausted. As I lay on the carpet, flat on my back, trying to comprehend what had just happened, and all the implications going forward, Lela taunted and humiliated me, daring me to stand up and continue the fight. She posed over my battered body, in her school skirt and her tan pantyhose, rubbing her sweaty nylon foot in my face. I knew then that things would never be as they were. There would be a new order in our house.
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