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He sat down, panting on the mat, and rested his head. He was catching his breath when he heard a voice.

"Damn, man." It was Dofnald's voice. "You are angry. What happened?"

He looked up at his friend. "Hey, Dofnald."

Dofnald came to him and sat on the punching bag he had broken. "What happened to you?"

"I'm frustrated."

He tapped the punching bag. "Yeah. I can tell. What happened?"

"I'm going to screw this up." He punched the air in disgust. "I'm going to fuck this up. I can feel it."

Dofnald sighed. "Your slight anger management issue?"

He nodded. "I got angry all of a sudden earlier. I think she was wondering that's why she asked. I was afraid to tell her, Dofnald. Is it okay with her? And what happens if she asked more? What should I say?"

"The truth?" Dofnald offered, then shrugged. "But that's your decision, huh. It's up to you if you say it or not."