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"Come on, just a few more," I said to Good Man while he was doing sit ups after we went for a walk.
"No, I don't want to do more."
"Come on, you were in the military. Surely you did more than this," I replied.
Good Man scoffed. "We had a partner count for us, and I gave him food to get my way."