"Come on, Private!" I pestered. "Give it all you got!"
He was trembling. It was too easy. His firm grip on my fins was no match for mine on his. It was almost laying flat under mine. Just an inch away. I looked up to see him sweating. As he struggled on defense, he tried taking offense. Right when he pushed up, I slammed his flipper down.
"Skipper wins the Thanksgiving arm-wrestling tournament…" Kowalski officiated. Then he folded his flippers, and muttered. "Again,"
"And another big win for me! What a suprise!" I cheered. The boys simply smiled back at me. Private was exstatic.
"Skipper, how...
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