“Did you think he would win?” I asked Snow, watching his face closely to see the truth, whatever he might reply. “No,” Snow said, firm and decisive. “Not even for a minute?” “No.” Snow shook his head. “But . . . how? How did you know you’d come back and win?” Snow smiled to himself. “I knew I would win because I promised Sasha I would,” he said. “And I’ve never failed her yet.” I looked at him narrowly, thinking he was joking. It was a ridiculous answer. No boxer could win a fight just to please his wife. Snow could see my incredulity. “A fight isn’t won by belief. But once you’ve done all you
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