Cassandra couldn't help, but laugh. His gusto and analysis only to end up on his bum. She knew he wasn't hurt. Well, maybe his pride. She took a seat outside the perimeter of the mats waiting patiently for him to try again. He was competitive and this was a sport that meant being competitive with yourself.
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