Both shot us (myself included) nasty looks as they went past. I heard grumbling, and then the door opened and two girls came out. The other one went to the stalls and banged on the doors. “Hey!” I tried to pull my arm clear, but dammit, I couldn’t. It was just massive chests, and one grabbed my arm and pushed me back into the bathroom. I knew better than that, except right now, it seemed I didn’t. I was thinking about that when I stepped out of the bathroom, and not at all focused on my surroundings. With that thought, and the fact that I’d just emptied my bladder, maybe I would have a drink? Hoof it all the way to the lab enough times at a dead sprint, and anyone could develop some stomach definition. Thank goodness for my early-morning late runs, which was me running because I was late for work, early in the morning. I removed the sleeves and shortened the hem, and when I put it back on, it was a lacy, cropped tank top.
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