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Gym, Thursday Evening
Dawn was trying to remember the workout routines Kennedy had drilled into the slayers and was eventually working at three-quarters speed, complete with practice stake as she got her muscles back into the habit.
Next would come some time on the treadmill. Running away should always be an available option.
[ooc: Open, as gyms are.]
Next would come some time on the treadmill. Running away should always be an available option.
[ooc: Open, as gyms are.]

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He wasn't going to let things be awkward between them.
"Hey Dawn," he greeted her with a genuine smile.
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She broke off. No flirting with Dean for a while. She reached out to poke him. "You missed part of my suave questioning."
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Yeah, still evil.
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"I knew that."
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