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'Just one more rep,' the personal trainer implored, 'and we're done for the day.'
We're done for the day? We're! The utter insolence of the man. The arrant gall to imply he had somehow shouldered even a scintilla of the burden troubled me greatly. I suppose if he had packed a peanut butter sandwich for Edmund Hillary he would have expected no less than an equal share of the plaudits arising from Hillary's travails. This madness had to stop. What kind of a person pays for someone to systematically reduce them to a quivering wreck, an empty husk eddying around the dustbin of humanity, bearing no semblance to anything remotely human? He would be on the receiving end of an apoplectic Englishman.
'Great session, bro. See ya next week.'
'Yes,' I replied as I turned to leave. Knowing the only thing he would be seeing was a vague sense of unease from the local gym bunnies' eyes.