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Concentration was the key. That's what she'd been taught. 

Taking a deep breath in, Leigh exhaled slowly through her mouth and shifted into her fighting stance.

Approximately ten minutes ago she had decided that a little adrenaline was what she needed. Dawning on a snug, black tank top and a pair of deep blue yoga pants, then tying her hair back in a simple ponytail, she left the twins in the care of Daren Junior, or DJ, who would be supervised by Madame Ko. 

Already having wrapped her knuckles in tape, Leigh stood barefoot and ready before a punching bag that was just taller than she was. Then, with what could only be described as a Rebel Yell, she twisted on the balls of her left foot, driving her heel into the punching bag and sending it twisting to the left. 

Anticipating it's return, Leigh threw a side jab with her left then a straight with her right. She continued like this for a long while, shouting each time until sweat dripped off of her.

Suddenly, she stopped, bending her knees to brace herself and catching the bag as it came hurtling towards her. 

Hey Holly you were right!

Grub. Don't listen to Santa. He has Cabin Fever.

AAAAAWW NOPAL /)^3^(\

COMMANDER

Raine?. . .

Yeah. TV. Suuuuuure. . .

BECKETT