Max had developed a routine to blow off steam. It was all done in the gym. Some kick boxing, some weight lifting and then the fundamentals like push ups and curls. She was walking out of the gym, pulling her hair out of the pony-tail and moving up the hall to go back to her room. Everything kind of hit her at once. She wasn't enjoying it.
Max furrowed her brows and flipped her little hand towel back over her right shoulder, moving the hair tie to her wrist. "Yeah..." Every time someone had asked that question thinks normally didn't go well.
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