Today's OneWord: Boxing

Mona wanted to take up boxing, so I let her. That was when she met Lorraine. Lorraine was the youngest boxing coach at the local gym, and she was already molding champions out of the citizenry. Mona walked over with her own wraps and her very own pair of new gloves, and Lorraine must have fallen in love right then and there. I looked between my daughter, with her curls, and Lorraine, with her black bob cut, and already knew that sparks would be flying inside and outside the ring.

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