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“Class starts in ten,” the instructor informed, wiping a pole clean with hydrogen peroxide. She wasn’t a germophobe but people’s literal genitalia had been rubbing all over these for the last hour. They need to be cleaned. “Go rent a locker, or place your bag against the wall. Just get out of the middle of my doorway.”
“Jesus Christ Gia, relax; it’s a miracle you’ve got any students left,” she smirked, holding her hands up in mock surrender as she walked in to begin doing some stretches.













