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SIXTY SEVEN
"I woke up earlier than you, alarm."
Calvin smirked at his alarm, which was just about to go off loudly to wake him up. Six in the morning. It was the time displayed on his digital clock screen, but he had been awake since two hours ago. He'd brewed coffee, had breakfast bagels, and now he's doing some exercises with dumbbells in the mini gym at home. He shouldn't have to set an alarm just to turn it off and mock it because he wakes up earlier than the one he set to go off at six. But this is fun. He was happy to have something to laugh about after more than two weeks of living in this secluded house and getting bored.
Shit!
He returned to his gym, intending to continue some training before cooking something to eat. But he suddenly lost his will to do the exercises. The scars on his body gradually healed. Now is the time to restore the muscle mass that had slackened due to the long rest he did in the hospital. Unfortunately now he feels lazy to do the exercis
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