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There was something about progress at the gym that felt different to progress elsewhere in his life. Charlie pondered the ways that his body had changed since trying his hand at lifting. Always lithe and fast, motives having been high to build speed in his teens, this new strength was really working for him.
He’d never be Nick. Never be able to bench his own body weight, or comfortably be able to give Nick a piggy back for any distance, but seeing definition in his arms and chest, feeling the changes as his confidence grew. This was intoxicating.
He smiled.