Today I've fought with the coach again. Have skin scratched off my knuckles. I can stand against him for first 10 minutes, but then I'm just drained. Exhausted. Depleted. Ran through. Used up. Extinquished. He is 30 kilograms heavier then me. Fat fucker (no anger, just a fact :) He manages to throw me even if I'm choking him. I barely made it home tonight. |
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