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... hest and made breathing feel like a conscious effort. Fifteen pairs of perfectly mascara'd eyes stared at Mailah with the expectation of someone about to witness magic. She could practically hear the collective intake of breath, the rustle of designer fabrics as they leaned forward in anticipation.
Underwater yoga. What fresh hell is this?
Mailah's mind raced like a hamster on espresso. She could feel sweat beginning to bead at her hairline despite the room's arctic air condition ...
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