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Post by Randy Carter on Dec 1, 2010 23:45:51 GMT -5
Randy waled on the punching bag like he was in a real fight. Every punch and kick landed with a loud thud and Randy was in his zone. Randy's eyes were that of a vipers, He instead of the punching bag he saw a demon.
When he snapped back to reality he knuckles were sore he looked down at his taped fists. The blood seeped through the white tape staining it red. He walked over and grabbed a towel off the rack. He whipped the sweat off his forehead then walked out of the room. "Your gonna need a new bag" he told the gym employee. Then the kid looked at the bag the bottom busted out and all the sand landed on the floor. When he reached the hallway he began to unwrap his hands. He walked into the locker room and changed into his swim shorts. When he reached the pool he dove in and swam a few laps then stopped and moved to the side of the pool.
It had been a crazy month for him, Finding his father was the one thing that stuck out. Right now they didn't really get along, but things were getting better day by day between them. He hopped out of the pool and moved to the hot tub. He eased into the hot water, then finally was able to relax a little bit when someone tapped him on his shoulder....
((Open))
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