But just look at my boys, they've grown so much since the start. And not just in the fighting sense either, that's what I really love about stories like these.
I honestly love this book so much. No amount of pep talk or real shit could get me excited to do pushups like this can. It's weird how all the motivation in the world doesn't get my heart pumping the same way a fictional character challenging himself does. Fuck fighting, I just wanna get up and...
Goddamn he just got fucking annihilated. My boy. He just wants some love.
Even creepy cat's sitting there feeling bad for him. No taunts or jabs, just a "maybe next time, pal'" pat of consolation.
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