Chapter SevenWe fought for the next five hours, stopping twice for water and a power-bar break, only to return to the locker room twelve minutes after he'd dragged me to the Low Lands.
At 8:10 in the morning, I was thoroughly beaten, hardly able to stand, and the day had just begun.
Without so much as a snarky remark, Diggy opened the door to the locker room and stepped out; no doubt glad he was rid of me. He paused at the threshold, half turned and said in that mild tone, “If you're not here tomorrow morning at seven-thirty sharp, I will only come and drag you from home. And I won't be in a good mood.”
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The following two weeks went by with a routine of bruises and injuries. It wasn't boring, exactly, but within a few sessions, the days started blending together. I'd arrive in the
