The "M" Word

Both you and Albert are sweating and breathing hard. For a moment, you simply lie in place, feeling the gator's rock-hard chest pressing into yours as he inhales and exhales.

Albert looks up at you and grins. "Thanks, pal," he wheezes.

"Thanks?" you wheeze back. "For what?"

"For the best darn wrestling match of my life," the gator smiles.

A few minutes later, you and Albert are sharing a snack at the bar.

"A toast," the gator declares solemnly, raising his glass. "To the new champion."

"Oh, get real," you wince. "We both know I had an unfair advantage. You know, the 'M' word?"

"Muscles?" Albert asks jokingly.

"Magic," you snort. "Without this dumb spell, I never could have beaten you."

"So what?" the gator says lightly. "We both had fun, and that's all that matters, right?"

"Yeah," you answer tentatively. "Yeah, that's right!" You raise your glass. "A toast. To a day I'll never forget."

"Hear, hear!" Albert cries.

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