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worked muscle and blood. he never gave up, and rarely lost. he teased his way across the ring, nimble, always on the lip of danger. it was alone, in my room, spent, proud, muscles fatigued, my restlessness abating, that i felt steady and content once again. one day, i dug up an old pair of puffy mittens
at a restaurant. being denied with such authority you hesitate, feel timid. you doubt. you don't doubt them, you doubt yourself. you're , you're a girl, you're not from here. doubt is such a tedious emotion. if you let it, doubt will consume you until there you are, punching at nothing with your mittens...
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