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He took the water bottle from his cornerman and drank some water, feeling the cool liquid slide down his parched throat.
He was struggling to catch his breath, his chest heaving with exhaustion.
As he looked down at his hands, he saw that his palms were sweaty under his gloves. His knees felt weak, his arms heavy.
He tried to shake off the fatigue, but it was no use. He was tired, and he knew it.
Despite his calm exterior, Damon was nervous. He was worried ...
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