The sound of a scuffle from the other side of the fence. Something tore. Another slap. 'You scratched me, you bitch...' I heard a loud smack. Silence. Then Gloria croaked, 'Look ... look what you’ve done ... You hit me! Oh, you bastard, you bastard...'

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