positively fourth street.

[Anselm de le Poer]

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-- His nose twitched as the breeze shifted and chose to tell him that he was not alone. Every time he would swing down, he'd catch a glimpse of Hybrid out of the corner of his eye--but every time, he'd just go right back up again. He recognised the coyote well enough, even though they had never really spoken before or seen each other outside of meetings. Every time, Hybrid was a little closer, and before too long he demanded to know what Anselm was doing. His face contorted somewhat, one brow lifting as he gave Hybrid a weird look. What did it look like he was doing? It was strange how they could both think the other to be the odd one. "Sit ups," he replied simply, exhaling as he curled his body up and inhaling as he relaxed. "More effective this way," he added, offering explanation for the vertical nature of the exercise--most of the time these were done laying on the ground, and he wasn't even sure if they were supposed to be called something else if he was suspended like he was. Maybe he did look silly, but usually nobody bothered him during his workouts and this was worth the rock hard abs.

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