You can barely see the teeth marks imprinted into my delicate woman knuckles, but a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do. Just kidding. But seriously Patrick wants me to start fighting for him. Ultimate fighting. Bare knuckles. The real deal. He's pretty serious about it. I think every time he sees me in the gym he tries to get me to come take a couple self defense/karate classes from him. For free.
I don't know whether it's flattering, or weird. Maybe it's flattering, but the weird part is I'm actually considering it.
PS. I don't actually know how this happened. I went swimming at the pool with a good friend, and when we got out my knuckles on both hands were skinned and bleeding. WHAT?
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