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Collapsed (Zach & Simone)
Simone... I usually wake up at four or five to do my physical routine for at least two hours every day. I often go to Zach's gym and see Jim or John there. Zach is still asleep, and Jim is punching the heavy bag. I approached him and said, "Let's do the sparring," but he declined.I smiled and said, "Come on! Consider it my training for self-defense; don't be too hard on me; let's do mixed martial arts without the jiu-jitsu," I said, coaxing him. I don't want to put him in an awkward situation because Brazilian jiu-jitsu is all about grappling. Zach will go berserk if he sees us. He hesitantly nods, I slip to the ring with easy swiftness, and he throws the gloves at me. I threw it in the corner and said, "We don't need this." I looked intently into his eyes to find out his movements. God!
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