Pages
101
Year
2017
Language
English

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The gloves are off and he's not just pinning me down for practice

They promised me he was a professional
That he had a cool, quiet strength and the sort of intensity that left you shaking.

They didn't tell me he was made of almost six feet of pure muscle, scars, and a bad attitude.

Everything is a fight with him.

Crass son of a bitch doesn't begin to cover it.
And clothes don't, either...

Day in and day out I have to get down and dirty in the ring with him.
Sweat, skin, and friction.

I don't think I can fight it much longer.
Not when he uses his mouth for more than back-talk and his hands for more than punches

Axl Connolly wants me, and Axl Connolly always wins

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