Alex Mahoney

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I didn’t give up, still trying to shift my weight and give myself some room. But she redoubled her efforts, squeezing her thighs and bending my arm in the wrong direction. It hurt like a motherfucker. I gritted my teeth, growling against the pain. And hit the mat with my other hand, tapping out. Instantly, the pressure eased. She released her thighs and let go. I stared at the ceiling for a second, breathing hard. She’d actually made me tap out.
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