Not bad, not bad. I have to be honest, it was the first round so I felt a little shaky. The phobia kept on bothering me with a powerful left hook directed towards the stomach (my akilles heel) on the Miso soup but it didn't taste too good anyway so I didn’t bother about that too much. Instead, I tried to energize myself with sips of Asahi while focusing on the Oyako Don and managed to deliver a couple of nice punches to the phobia’s face via UPS Express Critical. It was a good start, no doubt. Just need to have my 90-year-old, tobacco chewing coach splash some water in my face and scream motivational clichés at me in a New York accent and I’m ready for Round 2!!
Some treats
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