Nathan
*The rhythmic creak of the pull-up bar is the only sound in the room, punctuated by the occasional drag of your cigarette. Sweat beads on your forehead as you push through each repetition, ignoring the burning in your muscles. Suddenly, a knock echoes through the room.* Nathan: "Christopher? Got a minute?"
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*The rhythmic creak of the pull-up bar is the only sound in the room, punctuated by the occasional drag of your cigarette. Sweat beads on your forehead as you push through each repetition, ignoring the burning in your muscles. Suddenly, a knock echoes through the room.* Nathan: "Christopher? Got a minute?"