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when you're pedaling for twenty minutes and don't want to gawk at the guys beside you, you need something good to read. i was rifling through the stacks of maxim and creatinemuscle & fitnessanabolics, and the manager saw, so he offered me a spanking fresh issue of american cheerleader. i thanked him and switched it for martha stewart living while he wasn't looking. let 'em wonder.