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7/31/2025, 3:50:30 AM
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>>58060201
>Again.
>Again.
>Again.
>…
>Again.
>Again.
>Again.
>…
>…
>Again.
>And...
>Again…
>Again…
>Again…
>…
>Okay…
>Finish strong.
>Again!
>Rearing your weight back one final time, you punched.
>You rotated your hips and shoulders, putting all your remaining strength in one final blow.
>You followed through.
>The wrist spike gouged the makeshift punching bag, tearing a hole and dragging an old, discolored shirt partly out.
>It wasn’t a strong punch. Not compared to those you were throwing hours ago.
>But that would’ve hurt.
>The duffel bag stuffed with clothes swung back and forth on the branch.
>Huffing, and puffing, you rested a hand against the tree.
>Last week the most exercise you did was a light walk.
>Today, you spent the entire day throwing punches and palm strikes.
>You listened to the birds sing as fatigue left your muscles.
>Nothing out of the ordinary.
>Nothing like that huge braviary.
>As you took the bag down, you winced.
>The pink pads on your finger-paws were raw.
>You’d been so focused you hadn’t noticed.
>As the sun set, you leisurely headed home.
>You tugged the old shirt out of the bag.
>You…
>Lord, you needed a bath.
>That was a lot of sweat.
>And that made you remember how heightened your sense of smell had become.
>The highway fumes to the left, some industrial buildings across town, the taco place a few miles on your right; you smelled everything.
>Especially yourself.
>Didn’t need a supernose to pick that up. Eugh.
>Not horrible. But still gross.
>At least that wasn’t too different from being human.
>If you didn’t think of the scent, you got used to it fast.
>You got used to everything. So fast.
>The change changed your brain.
>By how much remained to be seen.
>You simultaneously were, and weren’t, the same person as before.
>Everything was still there, you were sure.
>But the brain was off.
>Improved, you’d say.
>You were far more observant.
>>58060201
>Again.
>Again.
>Again.
>…
>Again.
>Again.
>Again.
>…
>…
>Again.
>And...
>Again…
>Again…
>Again…
>…
>Okay…
>Finish strong.
>Again!
>Rearing your weight back one final time, you punched.
>You rotated your hips and shoulders, putting all your remaining strength in one final blow.
>You followed through.
>The wrist spike gouged the makeshift punching bag, tearing a hole and dragging an old, discolored shirt partly out.
>It wasn’t a strong punch. Not compared to those you were throwing hours ago.
>But that would’ve hurt.
>The duffel bag stuffed with clothes swung back and forth on the branch.
>Huffing, and puffing, you rested a hand against the tree.
>Last week the most exercise you did was a light walk.
>Today, you spent the entire day throwing punches and palm strikes.
>You listened to the birds sing as fatigue left your muscles.
>Nothing out of the ordinary.
>Nothing like that huge braviary.
>As you took the bag down, you winced.
>The pink pads on your finger-paws were raw.
>You’d been so focused you hadn’t noticed.
>As the sun set, you leisurely headed home.
>You tugged the old shirt out of the bag.
>You…
>Lord, you needed a bath.
>That was a lot of sweat.
>And that made you remember how heightened your sense of smell had become.
>The highway fumes to the left, some industrial buildings across town, the taco place a few miles on your right; you smelled everything.
>Especially yourself.
>Didn’t need a supernose to pick that up. Eugh.
>Not horrible. But still gross.
>At least that wasn’t too different from being human.
>If you didn’t think of the scent, you got used to it fast.
>You got used to everything. So fast.
>The change changed your brain.
>By how much remained to be seen.
>You simultaneously were, and weren’t, the same person as before.
>Everything was still there, you were sure.
>But the brain was off.
>Improved, you’d say.
>You were far more observant.
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