“I am…but DAMN…you’re strong!” He yelled but it came out in a whisper because he was losing his oxygen supply. “C’mon, Ben. You can do it. Pry my hand away from your skinny, stick-like neck. You can do it.” I encouraged him with a smirk. “Derrick!…Get…her off… OF ME!” He screeched. “Now Benjamin, when do I ever listen to Derrick?” I asked him with a smile on my face. “She’s got you there, Bro.” Tyrell smirked, eating his ice cream. “Help…anybody?” He whimpered silently, “God, please help me. This woman has gone psycho and is trying to kill me. Please get the devil out of her BEFORE I die.” He begged looking up at the ceiling. “APOLOGIZE.” I pronounced it clearly. “I’m sorry
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