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Penulis: Einah Pets
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-02-14 22:23:51

~ SIENNA ~

A frown crossed my face. “What part of the gym makes it better? The sore muscles? Hand calluses? Machine accidents?”

Gavin gave me a look that could best be described as pitiful; a face that clearly said I didn’t know what I was missing.

“The discipline it builds. Results. Confidence in yourself for doing what you said you would do,” he replied.

“Sounds like we’re talking about something other than attempting to tear your ACL with weights twice your size.”

“You won’t tear anything
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perfect. I wish I was in his gym with him
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