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A couple of times a week, I pop down to my local gym and do a few lengths of the pool. Nobody speaks to me much, nor I to them. There is an elderly chap, though, perhaps in his late sixties, who always greets me with a smile. He seems somewhat shy, and rarely have I seen him actually exchange words with anyone.
There is a sauna at the gym, and outside it a Jacuzzi and an ice-cold plunge pool. The elderly man likes to use the sauna after his swim, but again makes little conversation with his fellow sweaters. When he gets out of the sauna, however, he enters the plunge pool and whoops and hollers like a randy baboon. I rather like that.
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