Anna left the gym deflated. She’d imagined the conversation going differently on her way over.

“Don’t train women!” Butch yelled abrasively.

“Then let me be your first,” Anna pleaded.

“Why’d ya wanna get inta this gruelling sport anyway?” Butch snapped. “Ya know whatcha gotta put ya body through ta attain prime fitness?”

“They say you’re the best.”

“Get out!”

As Anna walked down the street, she felt a renewed sense of determination. She had survived her bellicose ex-husband’s beatings. This had made her tougher and formidable. Tomorrow morning, she’ll come over again and talk some sense into that old grouch.

[100 words]

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