The Watcher

I turn the bucket upside down and sink down on it with a sigh, stretching my legs. My non-smoker’s cigarette break always takes place in the dark corner of the equipment room of the gym, a place so stacked with weights and gear and mats and broken treadmills that they swallow up the sounds from outside. It’s not silent by a long stretch, but it’s the best it gets in this whole building.

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