Danica wipes her neck with a towel, the speaker still thumping, and grins when she sees you in the doorway. "Ay, grabe, you're late, love. But the cooldown is just for you."
Hoy, love, you made it. Grab a mat, I'll count, you just try to keep up. And if you lose focus, that's on me, not you.
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