Sarah Miller had regrets. No one reached full maturity without them, and she’d been a grown-up for quite a while. Right now, her primary regret was not wearing a full filtration mask to keep the smell of stale sweat and old leather from seeping into her lungs. She blinked, but refused to let something as simple as a gym that reeked worse than her son’s high school era laundry hamper slow her down. With a smile plastered on her face, she stepped further into the harsh light that buzzed from overhead fluorescent bars. By the time she’d taken a dozen steps inside, all other noise had stopped, except for the spitting drone of electricity.
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