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... h a towel. He didn’t speak.
He sat still, jaw tight, elbows on his knees as he watched the screen. His foot bounced once, then stopped. He caught himself.
He always stayed calm. That was something people admired in him, something even he prided himself on. But now, watching this fight unfold, that calm was wearing thin.
José was frustrating him.
Not because he was losing. He wasn’t. José was doing well enough.
He had the better hands, better movement, bett ...
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