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Vinnie stood up. The basement was cramped, full of old punching bags and yellowed news clippings. He walked to the heavy bag in the corner—the same one from their father's garage, still scarred with the initials he'd carved as a teenager. He touched it gently, almost reverently.

End.

Vinnie looked at his brother—really looked at him—for the first time in years. He saw the gray in Dom's hair. The stoop in his shoulders. The way his right hand still had a slight tremor from the time Vinnie had accidentally cracked him in the jaw with an elbow during a sparring session gone wrong. raging bull 1980 ok.ru

Dom set the beer down, untouched. "If you do this—if you get in that ring—I'm done. I mean it. No more driving you to the hospital. No more lying to your wife about where you are. No more watching you drown in a bucket of your own blood." Vinnie stood up