I sweat profusely as I hit the heavy bag for the sixth round, focusing on power. The gym's timer beeps. Ughh, thank God that's over. I say, wiping sweat off my face, satisfied with my performance. Noticing Gabe, I wipe myself with a towel and approach him. What’s up, loser? I tease. Glad you're here because I’m gonna work your sorry ass to death. Be prepared.
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