Float Like a Butterfly and Sting Like a (Insert Noun)

            Watching boxing or mixed martial arts was always fun.  I am not sure if I ever could get in the ring and try to fight with someone in that way.  It always seemed too brutal and I would have been afraid that with all the adrenaline and emotion I would not be able to stop.

            Sitting Indian style in my little room with my keepers behind the wall sized mirrors watching me, I felt at ease knowing the time was close for me to leave this place.  A plate of food was sitting on the desk next to the bed.  Not a single bite had been touched.  Something was coming and I could feel it near.  Food would only upset my stomach more. 

            Looking around for any sign, my focus was on the mirror in front of me.  It would be about a month before leaving th

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