The maid has lifted the punch bag out of the car by herself and left it in the hallway.
I don't want to talk about it.
In a moment of weakness, very,very late at night, and having perhaps been driven into a level of machismo that my body really doesn't deserve I thought about signing up to box in a white collar event in Dubai. Now normally i'd wake up, swear never to put myself through that again and simply forget what came out of my big mouth. This time however something stuck. For a reason I have yet to decipher the challenge of boxing didn't go away. And here I am.
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If I lived in a room that was six by six feet and washed your pants all day, I would probably want to try and prove my worth in this world somehow, too.
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