Someone left a set of keys at the fighting class studio (how do you leave your car keys?) and I set off for the parking lot to see if any cars would beep when I pushed the button on the key ring. My instructor sent one of the gangly teenagers from the next class, a martial arts class, with me. "I'll be fine," I said. "Isn't this why I'm taking this class?"
"The whole point is that you don't have to use it," the instructor said.
So I was back to being escorted by a boy in order to stay safe. A skinny, awkward 16-year old, no less, who is probably some sort of martial arts whiz. My 16-year old self would have been thrilled. Now? Not so much.
"The whole point is that you don't have to use it," the instructor said.
So I was back to being escorted by a boy in order to stay safe. A skinny, awkward 16-year old, no less, who is probably some sort of martial arts whiz. My 16-year old self would have been thrilled. Now? Not so much.
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