p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;"Like any sport, boxing had it's season, 3 months it would be the start of this year's one. It was a little early to some to start harder training in preparation and to Von Kaiser it was never too early because he didn't train harder for the yearly season. Since a unexpected attack from a bunch of children, he's love for boxing hadn't quite been the same as it was before hand. The thrill of a match starting still excited him but something about actually getting, you know, hurt! Scared him more then it reasonably should./p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;"Today didn't seem to out of the ordinary. Of course everyday seemed to offer something weird, given he worked with some weird people. Right now it was 6:30 pm and it was already getting dark. Outside of the building streetlights lit up the dark sidewalks blue, and it shown though the windows into the brightly white lit training room./p
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