Today the sun rises particularly bright for a young man with light brown skin, a head full of dark hair, and a particularly special pair of hands.
“Good morning,”
Boxing boy said as he slowly woke up for the day. Just like he was after a heavy dream he slowly dragged the morning out for as long as possible. Finally, he started to slowly rise out of bed by moving his left arm out from under the covers. He pulled out his huge red boxing glove of a hand to scratch is unshaven face and yawn some more.
“I hate mornings”
Boxing boy exclaimed in the emptiness of his brightly lit room. He continued this slow process a bit longer until finally preparing for the day, which seemed to be at the speed of light in comparison to his waking engagement. First, it was his teeth that he struggled to brush using his special hands to just barely cling to his toothbrush. Next, it was his breakfast which he promptly punched a few pieces of fruit (Apples no less) and packages around the kitchen. Finally, he checked his email, which for the better in him a brief prayer to God helped before attempting to somehow turn on a computer and type with his gloves; being 100 times bigger than a single key.
Now the afternoon had begun. The day was already closing in thanks to Boxing boy’s late start, but that would not stop him from starting the day. He was already outside on his front lawn doing some stretches in his black boxing boy shorts and matching t-shirt.
“Alright, I’m ready.”
Boxing boy said as he took off for his routine jog around the city using this time to take in the beauty of the people.
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