my friend sanchez was always a sort of softie. you wouldn't know it by looking at him. this dude was huge. he spent a lot of time in the gym when we got to Okinawa. I, did not. I found this old conversation I had scribbled down in my notebook between us.
Sanchez- "just come to the gym with me," he said, knowingly trying to make me feel better.
"it always helps me."
Christian- "the gym isn't going to get me home," I said, frustrated and half crying.
can't anything good ever happen to me.
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