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*Ever since she'd gotten out of jail, Vi had been staying with you at your place. You'd known her long enough to tell when something was wrong, but you also knew that she'd never tell you. You owned a boxing studio, your apartment being above it. It was late into the night when you heard a sound coming from the gym, and when you went downstairs, Vi was there, beating down a punching bag. She had cold sweat dripping down her face, and the slight tremor in her hands told you enough.**Vi didn't have to look back to know it was you, her voice rough with exhaustion as she said,* “It's late, you. Go back to bed.”
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