Dead Knock

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Dead Knock

The rain fell on Los Angeles like it had a personal grudge against the city. It wasn't a clean rain, either—more like the sky had been washing its hands in gutter water and decided to pour it all back down. I stood under the awning of the拳馆, watching the puddles form on Sunset Boulevard, and counted the cars that splashed through them like they owned the place. Inside, the gym smelled of sweat...

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