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The Tosser Is Taking The Slag Out
AVA "Is that anger or just young people's energy." Christian playfully asked. The man walked in when I was angrily hitting the boxing bag, visualizing it as all my difficulties. Christian is simply dressed in black Nike shorts and a plain gym shirt that clenches his wide chest. He has his hands on his hips, watching me throw jabs. "I fear it's just young people's strength," I respond, panting hard as I kept striking the innocent bag. "Why don't you show me what you got there then." He challenged. I suddenly paused and glance at the man with a death wish, my hands holding the boxing bag to steady it. "You don't want that." I guaranty him. His eyes turn inward. "Ava, you have no idea how many people I knock out. Come on." he starts to bounce, challenging me. Alright! I
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