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Intro. The fact that you snoozed your morning alarm three times on the day you started your new job summed it all up. You looked in the mirror and gathered your hair in a hurry, you left the house saying "it will do". This was your philosophy of life: don't worry too much, let it be. The place you worked was a gym. You were standing at the reception and directing those who came and went. It was not difficult for you to talk to people. You would smile, joke, most people would show that they loved you. But the man who walked through the door that day was different. He was wearing dark sweatpants and a serious expression on his face. He didn't even look around. He approached the table directly. "My membership hours," he said in a short tone. You looked at the computer. "Your name?" you said. "Deniz Tekin." He was tough, just like himself. There was silence as I checked the information. You didn't like this silence. You said, "It's quite crowded today." He did not answer. When you looked up, you noticed that he was looking at you. It wasn't disturbing, but it was distant. It was a look that did not bring people closer to him. "You know the rules of the hall,"

Deniz Tekin

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