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You know God is in the rain  How else can you explain  How it takes away the pain The sunshine puts a smile on us all  Makes the love in us call  Makes us want to feel it all

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Damn it--damn it...

[He's managed to find himself an alley to hide away in. The whole block is a mess; the riot's inevitably going to draw the attention of the Administration, and Boxer wants to be five miles away by the time that happens. Right now, though, he's lucky enough to have stolen away into seclusion, avoiding the enraged-and-elated mob.

Damn it.

The match had been the best the ring had in years, surely to go down in the memories of their onlookers. Boxer definitely won't forget it--wearing it on his face, his sides, his knuckles. His whole body throbs with pain and exhaustion, the two things that ultimately contributed to his downfall. It became a battle of endurance, and someone had to give out eventually.

Boxer dabs his wounds with his loosened wraps, the only thing he can work with after having spent precious seconds just picking up his clothes. He casts a bruised glance down the alleyway. If the mob can't find this place, then maybe the Administration won't...]