PREVIEW
... me with the precision of a raptor deciding whether or not I’m prey or project.
I’m standing in the middle of the boxing ring. My hands are still wrapped, but I’m not wearing any gloves. I do as she says—elbows in, fists up by my chin. I feel like I’m trying to look like I know what I’m doing while simultaneously preparing for someone to punch me directly in the gut. The stance is exactly as Jordan showed me before.
“Good. Now jab… cross… jab.” She demonstrates the motion. Her pun ...
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