……You was too feisty, his hands skills was icy, your broke jaw is gonna be pricey, your hype man must of missed his mark and hyped ‘em, when you hit the ground it was frightening, you was unconscious but your jaw kept loosening and tightening, throwing punches while horizontal, telling people your name was John Leguizamo, your coach yelled out to the judges, he’s dreaming, but give him credit for that combo, meanwhile you’re directing the greatest musical ensemble.
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Never give up. Fighting from the canvas and in dreamland is a good example. There was a nice flow to the write.
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