BiancaI am home earlier than usual, stretched out on the living room couch, pretending to look through a fashion magazine. But my attention keeps sliding over to Rosa. She is lying on a yoga mat, bending her body into shapes that seem impossible, making me wonder if her bones are made of rubber.“Does that not hurt?” The words escape before I can stop them. There is no way a person can bend that far without something breaking.Rosa laughs softly, looking back at me without coming out of her pose. “Actually, it feels like freedom.” She turns her head just enough to offer a playful grin. “You should try it. It could help you relax.”I let out a dismissive sound. “No, thank you. I am in my thirties. My body does not do… that,” I say, waving a hand toward her, “and I am perfectly content to keep all my bones where they belong.”Rosa smoothly unravels from one position and flows into another, making it seem as easy as breathing. “Age is just a idea, Bianca. You feel as old as you think yo
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