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... John ignored the warning and didn’t reply, just stood behind the worn-out white paint line, gazing into the distance.
The iron cage sizzled with smoke.
The surroundings reeked of tar, blood, sweat, fermentation, and some industrial mixed with a glue smell.
Brokers were arguing at the edge of the venue.
He carried back his utterly beaten Boxer, which was as much as he could do, even if the dream failed, at least he got a life back in the process.
Some Boxer ...
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