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Next morning Keisha woke me early as promised, and we trained all day.
“Like that,” Keisha said, approving of my stance. She threw herself at me, raising her wooden sword over my head, but I whirled around, almost as fast as she moved, and struck my wooden sword on her back. She groaned and laughed. “Nice!”
She reached behind her back and made a face.
“Was it too strong?”
“No, no. It was great.” She stretched her arms over her head, shook her shoulders, and took her stance. “Again.”
“Wait. It’s past four in the afternoon. How about a break?” We hadn’t eaten anything since lunch and even that had been a light snack. I was starving.
“One more time, then a break.”
“Fine,” I muttered. I was tired and hungry. My tummy would appreciate a snack right now. However, Miss Keisha wanted on
