Because if she didn’t care about me, she wouldn’t have moved two thousand miles – or however fucking far it is from Houston to New York – and come to work for my new club. And if she didn’t care about me, she wouldn’t have packed a punch harder than Anthony Joshua. No, that blow had emotion behind it. Power behind it. And as long as there was a shred, a sliver, the tiniest fragment of feeling, then I still had a chance.
can you say delusional lollllllll
