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“Just an unhinged person she used to know.”
That’s what she f*****g called me.
The weight of the bar sits heavy on my palms as I press it up.
Sweat drips down my face and through my body, but the hollow ache sitting deep in my chest can't let me focus on my routine.
“Tone those abs, man. You’ll need them chiseled for the launch cuz the ladies love that s**t!” Dave cheers at me.
He’s standing there with a towel over his shoulder, grinning like an overpaid hypeman.
The bastard doesn’t even last more than one set before he’s huffing like an old man.
I sneer at him, grabbing the bar again. “Of course, Dave. Yapping as always instead of lifting.”
“Come on, I've got stuff to plan. Who needs abs anyways? We can use yours.”
“BlueDave’s Marina?” I groan under the weight, my arms
