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He places the keys in her outstretched palms and her hands sag from the weight. This place is yours now, he says.
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The gym is cool and familiar, but Janine still feels uneasy.
She lies down in the middle of the floor and stares at the darkened ceiling. As a child, she often fell asleep here and would wake to see her father's shadow standing over her. Get up, he would say. This is no place to rest.
Now that he's gone, it feels like the only place she can.