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... tretching. He was just sitting at his locker, drinking a black coffee, and staring at a wall. He looked like a very large, very tired statue.
"Professor," Bastian grunted as Alex sat down. He looked at Alexs limp. "You are broken."
"I am not broken," Alex said, wincing as he bent over to unlace his shoes. "I am... stable. But... sore."
"Good," Bastian grunted. "This is the feeling of winning ugly. You are not a duck. You are a small, tough... rock. This is good."
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