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Chapter 22.
"When we get older, do old people become attractive to you?" Lacey spreads nail polish on her fingernails. "Like, when I'm seventy, are seventy year old men going to look hot? This is a real concern of mine."
Simone is doing push-ups on the floor while Lacey sits Indian style on her back, carrying them both up and down. I stopped counting when she passed fifty push-ups.
I'm in a black and white Panda Onesie, with Pixi glow facial mask on my face to prevent wrinkles. The kind of stress I go through in a day is enough to make me look old.
"How many push-ups did I do?" Simone pants, laying face down on the floor.
"I stopped counting. Lacey did you keep up?"
"Uh..."
"Jesus Christ. All you guys had to do was help me count. Thanks a lot." Lacey falls over when Simone stands up, trudging into the bathroom to take a shower.
"A little warning would've been fine. Now my paint is smudged," the bathroom door slams at
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