Key.
Lock.
Open.
I stroll through the gym casually, trying not to seem like an intruder on the on-going basketball practice. I grab the clipboard assigned to me, off the bench.
A cropped list of equipment runs down a quarter of the paper clipped on. I lift the leaflet to see a copied list. I won't be needing that.
I head back over to the sliding doors that I just unlocked. Pale streams of light peak through the opening, barely enough to work in, but I shrug it off lazily.
Heavier things on my mind and right now.
I grimace at the painful reminder, with the dark tentacles of the subconscious slithering ever so silently into my thoughts.
Let's just get through this.
Fifteen minutes later I'm sitting in a bathroom stall, breathing in pungent air to ward off the ill feeling in my head.
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