Living in the Ring

Living in the Ring

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"Don't quit. Suffer now and live the rest of your life as a champion." - Muhammad Ali When Hallie's mom threatens to close her inherited boxing gym, Hallie is forced to push herself farther than ever before to win and keep the place her father once owned. What she doesn't know is how she's going to get a new fighter, teach that fighter her standards, and get that fighter to care as much about these matches as she does. While doing this she also has to hide the whole thing from fake friends who could end up destroying everything she has worked for. She must learn that there are times you need to fight,and there are times you have to pull back. Will she ever go back in the ring?
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