Gym, Saturday Afternoon

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The gym was a good place for a moody teen to spend time hitting things without get in trouble for it. He exhausted himself beating the heavy bag for as long as he could. Rather than call it a day when the sweat had soaked through his shirt, John decided to see just how far he could run on a machine that could take him nowhere.

It was the only way he could think of getting himself to a place where he was too tired to think about how the whole stupid argument was his own fault.

[open gym! cranky, sweaty teen!]