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    Mo chuisle 8

    Tina looked up at Bette surprised she got her something. Bette smiled brightly at Tina. Tina looked back down at the box and slowly lifted the lid off. She gasped at what she had seen. She pulled out shimmering emerald green boxer shorts that on the waistband had “Kennard.” She also spotted emerald Everlast boxing gloves. Bette watched Tina’s reactions carefully making sure she didn’t cross the line.

    Tina looked over with the biggest smile. Bette gasped softly at how angelic Tina looked right now. She felt her heart could stop.

    Tina reached over and grabbed Bette’s hand giving it a squeeze. “Thank you! This means a lot to me.”

    Bette smiled bashfully looking down at their hands. “You want to be the greatest boxer, so you need the proper attire.” Bette looked back up at Tina. Their eyes immediately locked they sat like that for a couple minutes. Bette quickly looked away. “Um…there is one more thing in the box.”

    Tina’s eyebrows rose up in surprise. She looked back at the box her hands dug around until she felt a silk material run through her fingers. She pulled it up, holding it in front of her face. It was a white silk robe with emerald green trim and belt. She turned it around looking at the back. She read “Mo chuisle” in matching green as the rest of her attire. She glanced at Bette. “What does it mean?”

    Bette knew that it was a bad idea to put that name on the robe but when she thought of Tina or was around her that’s all she could think about. She wasn’t ready to fully tell her and maybe would never. So she came up with a lie. “It ummm…means “The Greatest” in Gaelic.”

    Tina smiled resting it down on her lap leaning over pulling Bette into a hug. They both let out soft sighs at the contact. Tina’s mouth was next to Bette’s ear. “Thank you.”

    Bette pulled back smiling. “You’re more than welcome.”

    Tina bit her lip and glanced over at Bette. “So, you’re Irish?”

    Bette nodded. “Yes, my mother is Irish and my father is African American.”

    Tina smiled, “That explains why you’re so beautiful.”

    Bette begun to blush ferociously. She stood up quickly. “You want something to drink?”

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    1. At this moment Bette did the right thing. Tina has a fight tomorrow and she needs her leg strength. She can use the pent up frustration and beat the tar out of her opponent.

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