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Punch, And Block...That's all You have To Do
WHEN HARLOW IMAGINED HERSELF TRAINING, getting beat up was not the way she imagined.
"You are weak. Have you ever trained before?" The girl that Matt had partnered her up threw her hundredth insult of the day. For the past half an hour, she had learned a lot about her, Millie. One, she was rude. Two, she was annoying, and three, she was a complete bitch. Harlow wasn't the type to use such name-calling, but she had never met annoy so infuriating before.
"Actually," Harlow replied, holding her hands up and trying her best to block her blows, "I have never trained before. This is my first time."
Her eyes widened for a second, then quickly composed herself and huffed at her. "And you call yourself a wolf?" She laughed, shaking her head in disgust. There it was again, that sentence that always reminded her of her lacking abilities, but doesn't trying count for something?
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