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A woman once pushed me in the chest, then drew back as if she was going to punch me in the mouth. We were furious at each other. We were also drunk. I reached out and palmed her face. I didn't hit her, I just put my hand on her face with my thumb and pinky on her temples. I was about to push her away from me, via her head. As soon I touched her I felt like a drunken, abusive ass. I dropped my hand and walked away. I don't ever want to be that kind of guy. She screamed at me, trying to have the fight she wanted. I just kept walking. Glad I did.
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