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78 In Training I went four years with a woman, once— a phrase I say not unlike going four rounds with a welter weight owning a vicious straight right. I stepped out of the ring a little addled, but okay. I went four weeks with you before I wanted to make it legal. Okay, not too fucking legal, as in with child, but I’m coming around. I’m coming around to that, even. I’m bobbing and jabbing, baby. But not just me! We’ve got to train, comrade. This is physical, I tell you. And I mean train. No fruity yoga. I’m talking sweat. Together. You and me. We’ll bob. Each of us will go down. This is toning up for the big bout. We’ll do it hard, multiple times, all day. You notice how I left hand-hold you when we practice: cupping your most graceful curve: your sacrum. I’m getting you in shape. My right hand’s been on your belly just south your navel. Feel my warm palm pressed here as you say yeah. Yes. Yes. 79 The energy’s present, but not quite. We’re doing it; getting there. I’ll touch it each time we train. It’s happening, baby, I’m feeling it right here, champ—under my palm. Our win. Our future. Our prize. ...

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