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The paragraph Keith left off.
Jake the fraternity brother came walking into the gym. There was a rush tonight and so he would have to make this a quick workout. Only time to do some supersets on biceps no time to work his pecs on the incline. As he walked past the mirror he gave a quick flex of the guns admiring how sexified he was. "Oh wtf is this crap," he muttered as he approached the curling rack. Two older guys were doing some sort of wierd sitting exercise with the bar across their chest. "Looks like they are trying to take a shit or something," he told himself staring at them with ire. As the two obvious homosexuals finished their shitting exercise and racked the bar Jake approached them. "Hey if you two queers are done playing grab ass some of us have curls to do. You know what fuck it I'll just get the manager." Jake said without waiting from them to reply. Jake turned away and started towards the desk at the front of the gym. Consequently he never saw the 45 come flying out of nowhere to bash him in the back of the head.
Mike turned a sly grin on Andy. "Hmm damn plates are slippery that one just got away from me." "Yeah," Andy replied breaking into a grin "it happens."
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