Bobby stood in the dark, waiting for his music to play. His
mind tended to wander at these moments. But today, it was focused on his job.
He was a professional wrestler. And thus, he was travelling
almost every day of the year. He invariably had one or several injuries and
pains in his body. He was constantly having to deal with politics, and annoying
fans, and constantly having to watch what he ate and train every day. He decided
that, all things considered, Wrestling Sucked.
But on the other hand, he could stop wrestling. That would be
even worse.
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