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Post by GC: Somewhat Blue on Oct 28, 2007 15:10:31 GMT -5
A barrage of volleyballs came flying from the supply closet, bouncing off the shining floor and walls. Several nets were already set up, and Arioch was just about ready for her first class. She emerged from the closet in a tracksuit, a whistle around her neck, and started to round the balls up so that she could place them in the rolling metal rack.
Of course she could have done that in the first place, but she wanted the add exercise. Arioch hated staying still for long. After wheeling the next to the door that went into the school, she began stretching.
A stiff body doesn't work as well.
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