Stretching herself out on the sticky bench, Judy notices the general level of disrepair of the gym. Much of the equipment is rusting or antiquated, there is slime in the cracks betwen the walls and the floor and a sour stench hanging in the air. If this place weren't such a go-nowhere hick-town, she reflects, we might have better athletic facilities. Shutting her eyes and exhaling briefly...
What do you do now?
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