Other than being stranded on a castaway island, or adrift in a shark infested ocean (my worst nightmare by the way) I believe the loneliest place in the world if requested to be directioned would Globally Position onto a poor mark grunting under a 50 pound bench press with no-one to spot him/her. The muscles will tighten, strain under the weight of fleecy sweat, the temperature will turn remarkably warm in the gym, yet all he or she can think of is that his/her bony elbows will collapse and a 50 pound iron telephone will rest heavily against a cauliflower chest and someone will dial 911 eventually.
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