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Part Five, p1 | |
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I came into work tired from staying up all night with Giovanni. My eyes were half shut and I really wanted to go home and rest, but I thought I had better make it look good or someone might start asking embarrassing questions. The lab staff was all abuzz over the big fight that had been broadcast over the radio the night before. I didn't have anything to add to the excited conversations, well, to be honest no one asked my opinion on it. 
They all figured that I was just a shy wimpy girl who wouldn't know a thing about female boxing. So I worked quietly at my station, avoiding the crowded water cooler where every other word was about the battle that had taken place at Giovanni's female boxing gym. All the guys talked about was the big muscular blonde that had torn down the Eastern European champion with a flurry of body blows combined with several crashing blows to the head. I couldn't help but think, "Poor Olga." My best friend, skinny Amy sauntered over to my workstation where I had taken the chance while everyone was goofing off to mix up a fresh batch of my secret growth serum. I was pouring the chemicals into a beaker and about to set the mixture over a Bunsen burner. "Say, Sherrie, didja hear about the big fight?" she asked knowing that was all anyone was hearing about that morning. "Yeah," I said, half-feigning and half-sincere. I was dog-tired and really needed a boost. "You don't seem very interested," she went on, prodding me in her annoying way. "Should I be?" I asked carelessly, watching the liquid on the high flame come to a slow simmer, its color gradually becoming the familiar deep crimson. I couldn't wait to drink it down and feel my physique expand and explode with overwhelming energy and power. | |
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