Tara's POV :
The sound of the final bell still rang in my ears, even as I stood under the steaming water of the locker room shower. My breath had held steady during the last round—my fists flying, feet dancing, muscles burning—but now that it was over, now that the adrenaline had faded, my hands trembled.
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