Jefferson's loss

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“ Are you excited?” Jefferson asked as we dressed up for the competitions. Leather fighting outfits, black gloves and boots. “ More of tense actually “ I replied “ just look at all these people with gifts” Jefferson followed my gaze to the crowd of students who casually flexed their gifts. The sight made ne really nervy. “ I also don’t have any practical power, so I guess we are the same. You don’t see me nervous, do you?” “ No” “ I know I won’t be the best fighter but at least I’ll try my best, I know that only will give me the satisfaction I need” Jefferson shrugged “ When did you become so smart?” “ That’s not the point, the point is that you don’t need to have a gift. You are not impressing anyone, only yourself” “ Thanks Jefferson” “ Lets go take our numbers then” He replie

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