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From "Not Exactly Don Juan...and the Liberated Woman"

She Broke Karl's Wall...
    "These were the moments...Few had witnessed from the outside...It freaked quite a few out.  We once made a young woman watching us cry.  And some men shook their heads.  But they weren't real fighters anyway.........
    Then Phil kicks me hard in the chest,sending me flying back against one of the walls in Karl's little gym...one thing I know is when I get hit hard, I make sure I get back up, and fast.  ...acting as though nothing has occurred....I saw Karl out of the corner of my right eye, attempting to find out if I was okay... As Karl goes to check, I'm up attacking Phil.  I remained focused... Later, we checked the wall.  I broke a piece of Karl's wall with my back.  Yet, I never felt anything afterwards.... 
    Phil said, 'You did good'."

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