He took off his sweaty shirt
Olfactory senses pegged him at a twelve out of ten
The rest of the gym thought he was a fifty
He took off his sweaty shirt
Olfactory senses pegged him at a twelve out of ten
The rest of the gym thought he was a fifty
Popping his shirt in victory
Regaling his opponent with trash talk
It would make most people sick to their stomach
Doing it to his twelve-year-old son, well that was over the top
Extreme hubris was his specialty, and this was his teaching moment
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Mile after mile spins by as I pump the pedals
Out of every pore pours the tears of exercise
I am covered in a river of exertion
Shifting the color of my shirt three shades darker with saturation
That’s without counting the humidity
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Heaving a huge sigh as I sweated through my shirt
Ordinarily, I am as cool as the other side of the pillow
That’s when she turned up the heat by smiling at me
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Crunching greasy fried chicken
Reveling in the horribleness of it all
It was like the sound was a delectable spice
Satisfying something deep and primal
Pushing mere sustenance into something heaven sent
Yet also devil spawn for the grease stains on my shirt
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Sopping wet shirt dripped onto the sun-dried ground
Working through the pain in her muscles, Lynn pushed harder
Every turn of the pedals carried her farther
Already she had gone farther, faster than she ever had before
This was just the beginning, but now she needed to hydrate
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Pushing away from the table, Ethan looked at his shirt
At the elbow there was a large hole worn into the fabric
That hole was the result of working all these years wearing that shirt
Could he fix that hole, sure, but that would mask his contribution
He would do that the day he retired, else they could bury him with that hole
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