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Try as they might to get me to join a gym, I'd rather keep the germs to a minimum.Every dime accounted for, every single job completed exactly when we say it will be, not one extra drop of paint left over when we're done.To say it's a well oiled machine is an understatement. While Emmett and Dad threw the baseball around outside, I studied the trajectory of it, the physics behind it, calculated Emmett's drop rate percentage. I could have told him it was going to happen, given the angle he was standing at and the velocity of the ball when Dad threw it at him. I started hearing the words "photographic memory" and "gifted" around the time I turned six. It became painfully obvious that wasn't going to happen when I passed out at the sight of Emmett's bloody nose when he got hit in the face with the baseball Dad and him were throwing one night.