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“You're too tense,” Melissa said.
The sun was beating down from a clear blue sky, casting rays of silver light upon a field of green grass not far from the park where Amanda Simmons did her babysitting. The girl was off today, which made it a good time for training.
Melissa stood in the grass with hands folded behind herself, dressed in a pair of white shorts and a black tank top. “You need to loosen up a little,” she said, striding toward Amanda. “Let muscle memory guide you.”
The other girl wore a similar outfit and stood with her fists raised in an attempt at a boxer's stance, up in front of her face so that it would be hard to see. “We've been at this for almost a week now.”
Melissa scowled, nodding her agreement. “We have,” she said, approaching the other girl. “But I've been
