I can't quit thinking about getting hit in the head.
Mostly I'm thinking about how I kept getting hit in the same place. The left side of my head. By her right glove. Hard. A bunch of times, and not all at once.
One would think that if one was being hit repeatedly, one would get the idea to cover up that spot with one's glove to avoid it happening again.
I stood there thinking about other things. Like how I'd do something fancy, like a 1-3-2-3.
POW. Right hook to the head.
Maybe I can throw a strong jab and break through her gloves, I'm thinking.
WHAM. Right hook to the head.
Or if I throw two quick jabs, that'll really teach her. Yeah.
Worrying about tomorrow when today is right here at my temple.
And I thought, how often does that happen?
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