after a long, long, long 80 sends,

it was hard to hear a und of heaven,

the bell rang,

rest for 60 sends beeen the third round,

deborah sat slowly on the wooden chair the left rner of the boxg rg,

nai u said slowly: the left hand hit a few tis,

deborah shook his head,

the other said slowly: deborah, are you jured?

deborah shook his head,

nai&039;s other said slowly: deborah, you can still hold on,

deborah nodded,

speechless for a ont,

only to hear the bell toll,

180 sends t

o the fourth round,

deborah shielded his face with both hands and walked slowly to the center of the rg,

only the be gloves of the ponytail woan,

a ick suession of left-hand sgs and right-hand uppercuts hit deborah fiercely and swiftly

after a long, long, long 160 sends of adness,

it was hard to hear a und of heaven,

the bell rang,

60 sends rest beeen the fourth round,

deborah sat slowly on the wooden chair the left rner of the boxg rg,

nai&039;s other thought to herself: fortunately, i was not knocked down this round,

the other said slowly: deborah, are you jured?

deborah shook his head,

nai&039;s other said slowly: deborah, you can still hold on,

deborah nodded