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Training was the same as usual this morning. Melou worked on strengthening and range of mobility for his right shoulder and then took the final skirmish using his left. He won, of course, but it was closer than he would have liked.

Still, it didn't matter much in the grand scheme of things, so he wiped his brow and then scanned the top of the hill, remembering that Angie was out to watch him today.

He grins when he spots her and then jogs up to where she's been sitting.