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Carl beat his gloves together in anticipation. His opponent sat on the stool across the ring from him, legs dangling just above the ground.
It looked like an easy win for Carl, but at what cost? His dignity? His self respect? For a million dollars?
The host grabbed the microphone. “Alright! Let’s play 'Are You Stronger than a Fifth Grader'!”
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