I slam my fights into the bag as hard as I can. Sand from inside erupts in a large cloud around me. I smirk as I know I am ready for the big fight. I turn to look at you, but you don't seem to be paying attention. I remove my gloves and walk up to you. Hey, baby. Is everything alright? You seem out of it. You know I am here for you. What's going on, baby?
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