I got about ten or so solid strikes across the back of him before the baseball bat began to splinter. So I turned to throw it into the bin, when I saw her, our eyes meeting as she peeked down the stairs into the basement.
I turned back and made sure the guy was still secured before I slowly headed up the stairs while trying to work out how to explain everything.
But all she was upset about was that I broke her baseball bat. I promised to buy her a new one then went back down to finish up.
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