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“Did I wake you up?” Ro asks as I walk out of my bedroom

She’s following a workout on TV, squatting low and kicking in time to the music

“No, I woke up on my own I can’t believe I slept until one in the afternoon I usually don’t get seven hours of sleep in a row”

“Good for you,” she says, breathless as the workout transitions from kicks to punches “There’s oatmeal on the stove if you want some”

Ro is busting her already tight ass to advance to the front line of dancers for the singer whose concert she dances in four nights a week The fa record ticket prices She’s an aer and puts on an incredible show but she also changes it up every raphy That raphy, in addition to perfore classes

“Co,” she whines at the TV before dropping her body to the floor in a plank position

“Does it hurt?” I ask as I take a Diet Dr Pepper froerator, open it and sit down on the couch

“If you do theht, it doesn’t feel awesome,” Ro says “Try it with me”

“Uh…I’m super busy here”

“Gia! Put your phone down and plank This is one of the best all-around exercises there is”

I look up fro it, and I support that But I’m a poker player, and we—”

“Get down here and plank!” she co to turn into a Cheeto if you don’t start doing so And toast isn’t a balanced diet, FYI”

Sighing heavily, I sether position

“Butt down!” she says

“Don’t be hating on toast It’s delicious”

“I just want you to eat soetables?”

The voice on the screen says we can stop planking, and I let myself fall flat on the floor

“That was ridiculous,” Ro says “You planked for like three seconds”

“I had ice crea other than toast?”

“Sadly, no But what kind was it?”

“My usual, mint chocolate chip”