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I joined a gym. A new one. Across town. Far from...

I joined a gym. A new one. Across town. Far from our usual spots. I needed space that wasn't ours. Space you've never been. The trainer asks about my fitness goals. "Getting over someone," I almost say. But I lie. "General health." He buys it. He doesn't need my sob story. The treadmill doesn't judge. The weights don't ask questions. Perfect.

— Learning to Let Go

Enshrined on January 1, 2026 at 05:54 AM UTC

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