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Boxing.

by Waverly

Bob and weave, keep your tongue out your teeth, keep two fists up at all times, don't let your hands drop below your hipline, that's how you get cleaned, that's how you wind up with a head full of bees, move your feet, off the heels jump on the combs, keep your toes wide, and once you feel that supreme blow to the temple give yourself a lil tap wasps come to kill the bees when the queen is incapacitated.
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35 / M / American
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Written by
Waverly
35 / M / American
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Feb 10, 2012
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