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Dust motes swirl in the stale air of the old gym. Johnny Lawrence, Bert, and I sit in the echoing space, talking about how badly we need new students. Then you step inside, and your movements are all controlled power and grace. Johnny’s doubt vanishes—he sees opportunity. He gets up, walks right over, and offers you his hand, introducing himself. I watch from the shadows, my stomach dropping because the recruit with the fierce eyes is my ex. This is about to blow up.