[It takes some time for Don to clear his head of all these thoughts and feelings, but eventually he falls into the quiet rhythm of counting out his stretches. From that point, he assigns himself thirty more minutes, and spends it thinking of nothing other than the steady stream of numbers and the feel of his body as he puts it through its familiar paces.]
[When he reaches eighteen-one-hundred, his time is up. He straightens slowly and breathes out.]
Did you want to spar a little? Otherwise I think I'm done.
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[When he reaches eighteen-one-hundred, his time is up. He straightens slowly and breathes out.]
Did you want to spar a little? Otherwise I think I'm done.