Friday night bites chloe neill5/25/2023 Mallory glared daggers at the instructor we'd named Aerobics Barbie. "Fiercer, ladies! We want every eye in the club on our bodies! Let's work it!" Our instructor, a busty blonde with bright pink nails and impossibly sharp cheekbones, clapped her hands together. "Remind me why you dragged me into this?" she asked. The growl was an odd accompaniment to the bob of blue hair and classically pretty face, but she was irritated enough to carry it off. Next to me, and considerably less enthused, my best friend and soon-to-be-ex-roommate, Mallory, growled and executed another kick. Better." I kicked again, this time higher, trying to remember to point my toes, squeeze my core, and flutter my fingers in the "jazz hands" our instructor ceaselessly demanded.
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