Now, he wants a new trainer, but I am his father. In these hands, I held the infant version of that boy, the same hands caught his fists as I knelt before him, taught him to sink his weight, turn over the punch.
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Now, he wants a new trainer, but I am his father. In these hands, I held the infant version of that boy, the same hands caught his fists as I knelt before him, taught him to sink his weight, turn over the punch.