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Watching You Small trails of sweat flowed down his oh-so-slightly tanned face, trailing along his strong jaw and sleek neck. His muscles flexed and revealed themselves under his pale shirt, which was slightly sticking to him due to the humidity, as he flicked his wrists in a perfect movement. The basketball went flying through the air and landed in the basket, as it usually did. Arthur shifted in his seat on the cold gym bleachers, uncomfortable in his tan slacks. It was so hot inside he could feel his own bum begin to sweat. When would the school bother to fix the air conditioning in the gymnasium? It was really grating at Arthur's nerves.