Atlas Gym, Sunday Morning

[so_hawkward]

Clint had every intention of getting real work done at the gym today. Then, he'd encountered the garland and now he was trapped in a chair at the front desk. The good news was, he could still roll around on the chair's wheels. The bad news was, that was about all he could manage at the moment, although he was getting close to getting one arm free.

Was it Christmas yet? He was kind of ready for Christmas, really.

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