"There's something left. Don't you think so?" Gina asked, looking around as she sat in the almost dark training room."Something like what?" I asked, "Your tenacity?" I added, "Don't bother answering, it's a rhetorical question." I said, chuckling. "Force is symbolic sometimes, it's not always what you think it to be." I said, steadying my position."It's about what you leave behind, for the next generation." I said, trying to keep her on track. "That's what they always say," she said, gasping for breath."Your children would thank you. A wise father leaves for his children, something to hold on to when he no longer walks the earth." I adviced."Now go for it! Lift it like it's the cause of every iota of pain you've ever felt!" I instructed. She gritted her teeth, lifting the heavyweight off the floor with all the strength she could muster."I'm done here, we'll try again next time!" She lets out, dropping the weight abruptly and turning her back immediately. She spined, trying to re
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