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... to myself, "Yeah, no. I’m not a saint. I’m a damn miracle for putting up with this."
As soon as I reached the rack of dumbbells, I gripped the nearest one like it owed me money.
I let out a slow breath.
Peace. Tranquility. Muscles.
I was finally going to have my moment.
I adjusted my grip, stepped into position, and began a slow set of curls. Just as I hit the third rep, I caught movement in the mirror—Nora, leaning on the squat rack, arms crossed, her ey ...
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