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I must admit that I was given to brief bouts of vanity, standing in front
of my locker door. I'd towel the shower water off my body slowly, feeling
new curves, highs and lows that weren't there only a few weeks before. I'd
plant my foot on the bench, and run the towel up my tight calves and
thighs, squeezing hard to feel the dense muscle underneath. I was no Mr.
America, but I was making good progress.
