Wrapping his head around it
Frank scratched his head and let the gym door slowly close behind him, the hinges creaking faintly. He wasn’t the kind of man who spooked easily, but this was unlike anything he’d ever walked into before. “A prank?” he muttered aloud, the sound of his own voice strange in the quiet space. But this wasn’t messy or chaotic like other student jokes from the past. It was too refined, too careful. He walked in cautiously, avoiding contact.
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