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SHERNEIL. “Give me another thirty,” Khalil commanded, his arms crossed against his chest as he stared down at me with a bored expression plastered on his face. This man was grumpy. I let out a deep breath, my chest heaving as I tried to contain its raging. I had been doing push-ups for the past twenty minutes in hopes of building up my endurance. With all the running and unexpected attacks, I needed to have more. While I did work out at home, it wasn't like this. So Khalil and Lisa agreed to train me rigorously every morning, which mostly consisted of Kahlil having me run laps, drills, endless push-ups, and driving me to my limits each day. Lisa taught me how to maneuver evasive running through the thick forest and a lot of strategic thinking. So basically I was spending my mornings ru
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