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The Kickboxer

"What does kickboxing mean to you?" Her coach's voice filled her head during the second round. Like thoughts often are, his words came as a mere flicker, yet she registered them completely, her heart aching with their weight. "What does kickboxing mean to you?" 'Clearly not enough,' she thought desperately to herself. 'Clearly not as much as I thought it did!' She was losing -- losing badly, she knew. The first round had been hers, she was sure, but her opponent mounted the mother of all comebacks in the second, as though she had been possessed between rounds. There wasn't much time left in it, and it was all she could do now to just hang in there and stay on her feet. Her opponent came at her with a familiar combination. She must've drilled it a thousand times, however, and could stop it in her sleep: jab --she blocked it-- front kick --blocked, but barely-- jab, again --it struck her in the chest-- hook kick --she staggered back a step, feeling slightly winded. "What does