Preface

COMPLETED ON JUNE 24, 2015

The first time I saw Aaron, I thought he was a machine. The way he punched his opponent as if he were a punching bag. Right punch. Left hook. His rival landed on the ground with a loud thud, and the crowd roared in excitement.

His name echoed around in the vacant parking lot, but it seemed that he didn't notice the commotion that surrounded him. Aaron looked around at his audience with a blank expression in his eyes, his dark eyes met mine but only for a couple of seconds before he walked away.

The Machine©

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