“Hey Dais,” Veda breathed, towel lifted to her face so she could wipe lingering sweat from her forehead. Her chest was still heaving with laboured breath, her cheeks pink. Class hadn’t been out for more than a minute. “I was out last week, but Hannah said you found my airpods in the locker room. Do you still have them on you? I was sure all hope was lost.”
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