I love the gym. I love running at the gym. I do not love 50 year old geezers staring me up and down while I'm running at the gym. Yes! I am talking to you, you bald, beer bellied, bifocaled idiot, staring at me ever so obviously while you were using the leg pusher thingy (no, I don't know it's name, but you lie down). You tilted your head to one
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