Home from shift, bones hollow like Thursday always, and I put on a Lumpinee replay—some young southpaw exhausting his foe in the clinch, leaning, wrestling for that split-second advantage. That slow drain, the way the smaller man just kept his weight there, felt like my own week against the night shift. Fair scoring, yaar: the one who *works* the clinch wins it, not just the one who survives it.
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