The Gym; Monday Morning.

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Last night, being up and watching the storm and...well, it wasn't like he was used to actually being that social...had left Cal feeling a little groggy and braindead when he woke up. He half-expected not to wake up at all, actually, but he had to admit that he approved of the island's decision to relocate again, by the looks of it. Life could go on as usual and untainted by being volcanoed to death. So he went down to the gym, did a few sets on the weights, and then just settled in for a relaxing jog on the treadmill, because he just wasn't feeling up to anything too intense today.


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