The Gym, Late Sunday Afternoon

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Andrew was restless and looking for something to do other than sit in his room and contemplate the whole not knowing who he really was thing. So he found himself in the gym with a basketball, standing on the foul line, and missing a steady stream of shots. He figured his skills on the court must have gone with the memories.

This was what guys did when they needed to think. Right?

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