Sitting in the corner of the gym,

sipping on some water to sooth my burning throat.

As i’m drinking i can hear the thundering sound of people running across the courts in front of me.

I can hear the squeaking of there shoes as they step this way and that and I can smell the sweat Of the running puffing bodys then I hear the whistle blow and that it the end of the game time to go I Walk to the door before all the other traffic jame the door.

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