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Morning. In the dim light of a set of nightlights, the empty pizza and popcorn boxes are visible in the part of Barry's room he calls "the den." A small analog clock to the left of Barry's bed reads 8:17, though he knows time has little meaning here.
Barry wakes up, and looks to his left to see Sara, sound asleep, hair in her face. He looks at her, a smile covering his face. He brushes the hair back very gently, and just looks at her for a minute. He thern quietly gets out of bed, puts on jogging shorts and a t-shirt over his boxers, and drops to the floor.
It's time for the workout.
Barry wakes up, and looks to his left to see Sara, sound asleep, hair in her face. He looks at her, a smile covering his face. He brushes the hair back very gently, and just looks at her for a minute. He thern quietly gets out of bed, puts on jogging shorts and a t-shirt over his boxers, and drops to the floor.
It's time for the workout.