Chapter Seventy-three

“You did great today, Marco.” Bridgette said, smiling down at the young boy. 

“Really?” Marco asked with a wide grin spreading across his face. 

Marco’s face was red showing the effort he had put into his training. His red curls were plastered to the top of his head. He looked exhausted to Bridgette which made her feel a little bad for pushing him so hard. 

“Yeah,” she said, ruffling his sweaty hair. “I’m really proud of you.”

“Thank you.” He whispered as his cheeks seemed to grow even redder.

“I mean it! You’ve gotten faster and stronger. You’ve done very well.” She said, wrapping up her hands. 

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