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Another day, another movie - it seemed like lately his wife wanted to get out of the house and away from him, though he knew that was irrational to think like that. Even still, the empty, quiet home was nerve-racking and it was something that had him on edge, so he decided to go to the one place where he knew he could work that edge off - the gym. Stopping at a pull-up bar, Orlando placed his hands upon the bar with ease and began to lift himself off the ground, tucking his legs under his body so that with each repetition they wouldn’t hit the floor. He was on his sixtieth pull-up when he heard the sound of the door behind him opening, and he glanced over his shoulder to see another gym-goer.
Now, normally this wouldn’t have elicited such a response, but the gym was deserted at this time of night - two in the morning - so he was curious to see who it was. But almost immediately, he felt like he... recognized him. He wasn’t sure how, or from what, but he seemed familiar. And it was clear that he took fitness seriously as well. “Bad night?” he asked as he hoisted himself up, keeping track of the number of repetitions he was doing in his head.









