The Gym; Thursday Afternoon.

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Almost as a rule, Chad didn't work out. The whole idea of someone who was as naturally muscular as he was working to make himself more muscular was just silly. But Chad could barely remember the last time he felt this frustrated, which meant that he just wanted to hit things. A lot. The walls didn't seem like the best choice in the world, so he went to gym.

That poor, poor punching bag. Good thing it was on a good, sturdy rope and had stitching made of steel, or something.


[[ gym's open ]]