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My parents gave me boxing gloves one christrmas. I'm sure it was my mothers idea. I didn't know that it was more than a cliche - your stomach can drop. I knew I had to like them. I knew I had to use them. They must have bought a pair for my brother. When my father tried to teach me how to make a fist, I buried my thumb inside my other four fingers and told him I didn't want to hurt him.


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