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Chapter Twenty-Five — Carson

“Duuude!” came a jovial voice from the door of my gym.

As I was lying face-up on the bench I couldn't see who it was so I continued my strenuous workout with the weights.

My muscles burned as I raised and lowered the heavy barbell but I welcomed the pain and continued.

Soon not only the steel bar and the geometric pattern of the ceiling was in my line of sight. The upside-down image of a head of brown hair and a raised dark eyebrow had entered the mix.

“Didn't you hear me call you?” Casper asked.

“I hardly . . . think my mother . . . named me dude,” I puffed out, slightly miffed that my exercise regime had been interrupted.

“What? Dude, you're not being intelligible right now.”

Finally giving in to the irritation that Casper brought I slammed the barbell on the rack and sat up.

“The fuck are you doing in my house?” I heaved as I tried to catch my breath.

“I came to check up on you, find out what's going on. Man, the ladies miss the ol' C-train! When are you getting back out there?”

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