Chapter 83
- I looked at the bag. I wasn’t into it today. You could only hit a defenseless bag and pole so much before you just didn’t feel like exerting energy to do it. I’d been beating on these two inanimate objects for the last three days—a lot.
- Paisley came over. “Are you willing it to participate?”
- I smirked, “something like that.” I rolled my shoulders. “I just, need a real body on the other end of my frustration I think.”