You gave the bag a jab, a hook, a one-two combination.
You took up boxing to forget her. You channeled all the
rage of her mind-jarring betrayal onto your sparring partners. Over the years,
you have succeeded.
Then, one day, you catch a glimpse of the newbie.
You furiously shake your head.
No.
Alas, she was a temptress incarnate.
She went for the bag nearest you, but not before hinting
that she’d love to spar with you in private. You throw in the towel. Maybe a
knockout like her would be worth the battle scars.
Maybe, this time, you’ll win.
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