It rained hard this morning. Emily and I hunched our shoulders and loped to the gym. The puddles were worst under the awnings, deep enough to soak sneakers. We dripped past the omnipresent janitor and the receptionist we like best. The janitor vacuums every morning, and he's starting to warm up to us, maybe. Last week he asked us how many laps to a
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