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By the Lake
Sep. 30th, 2005 06:26 pmHe's there with the punching bag attached firmly to the tree.
(He had to rebuild it anyhow after he abused it the week before. It's only pillows and blankets and a pillowcase, after all.)
Spike tests it: a tentative fist strike, and another, and another. A kick. Heel. Side. Knee strike. The punching bag wobbles, but the ropes hold it secure enough.
Nodding, he runs his hand through his tangled mass of what's supposed to pass for hair and leans back against the punching bag, watching the door.
Waiting.
(He had to rebuild it anyhow after he abused it the week before. It's only pillows and blankets and a pillowcase, after all.)
Spike tests it: a tentative fist strike, and another, and another. A kick. Heel. Side. Knee strike. The punching bag wobbles, but the ropes hold it secure enough.
Nodding, he runs his hand through his tangled mass of what's supposed to pass for hair and leans back against the punching bag, watching the door.
Waiting.
