After nailing Erika in the solar plexus, going down—and if I did indeed land it as well as I think, it’s over. But I’m a mess after several minutes of taking more (and harder) punches than I’ve been landing—and I know well how quickly she can recover. So, fighting on instinct, dazed from her thunderous blows, I hit her again—I want to make sure this one’s over. Naptime…
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