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... ’d stick with me. The devil always tortures his favorite victims personally.
For the next thirty minutes, Misato ran me through every circle of hell she could design on a field. Burpees until my arms stopped cooperating. Sprints that made my lungs feel like they were trying to quit their jobs. Squat jumps while she circled me like a very aggressive, lime-green-haired shark, watching for any excuse to add reps.
Every time I genuinely thought my body was about to stage a full revol ...
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