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<blockquote data-quote="Lichtenhart" data-source="post: 875138" data-attributes="member: 761">Monday, 11:39pmHeavy Metal Gym, South SideJust like last night?! Oh my god no!Joshua shakes his head for a moment, to chase away from his mind the sound of his punch on the face of the boy he killed. He has to be focused to fight. Last time he was distracted he lost two teeth. This won't happen again.He breathes heavily, studying his adversary with a stern look, letting his mass and muscles impress the white boy. He makes two clumsy steps, trying to pretend he's not as fast as he's strong, hoping to catch him off guard. Joshua keeps taking deep breathes to clear his mind and hopefully he's body, silently praying his muscles won't start to&nbsp; burn again like they did last night. He studies the boy's guard, choosing carefully his strategy&nbsp; to make the fight last the less possible. Slim doesn't like when he wins too easily, but Joshua knows that a longer fight means more pain, more bruises, more wounds, to him and to his adversary, and he doesn't like to hurt people, he doesn't want to like to hurt people. He can't help to see again the stare of Ching's daughter, burning into his black skin, right into his black heart.What am I becoming? NO! I only need money for grandma! I'll get a job and I won't hurt people anymore! I don't like it! I don't like it I swear!As a silent lonely tear falls from Joshua's eye, immediately mixing with his sweat, he leaps forward to attack his opponent.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Lichtenhart, post: 875138, member: 761"] Monday, 11:39pm Heavy Metal Gym, South Side [I]Just like last night?! Oh my god no![/I] Joshua shakes his head for a moment, to chase away from his mind the sound of his punch on the face of the boy he killed. He has to be focused to fight. Last time he was distracted he lost two teeth. This won't happen again. He breathes heavily, studying his adversary with a stern look, letting his mass and muscles impress the white boy. He makes two clumsy steps, trying to pretend he's not as fast as he's strong, hoping to catch him off guard. Joshua keeps taking deep breathes to clear his mind and hopefully he's body, silently praying his muscles won't start to burn again like they did last night. He studies the boy's guard, choosing carefully his strategy to make the fight last the less possible. Slim doesn't like when he wins too easily, but Joshua knows that a longer fight means more pain, more bruises, more wounds, to him and to his adversary, and he doesn't like to hurt people, he doesn't want to like to hurt people. He can't help to see again the stare of Ching's daughter, burning into his black skin, right into his black heart. [I]What am I becoming? NO! I only need money for grandma! I'll get a job and I won't hurt people anymore! I don't like it! I don't like it I swear![/I] As a silent lonely tear falls from Joshua's eye, immediately mixing with his sweat, he leaps forward to attack his opponent. [/QUOTE]

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