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Ashley rubbed her aching blistered feet with one hand as she pointlessly wiped at her fruit punch red curls that were now stuck to her forehead and neck from the built up perspiration on her slim body .
A chill ran down her spine as she felt more sweat gather and pour a puddle down her back and drizzle down the valley of her pounding chest .
Everyone was breathing hard , barely breathing , laid out In the middle of the floor , dead , or in the bathroom trying to ice their thighs or call their mothers for moral support and quite frankly Ashley was running thin on her last fuck to give .
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She could imagine her obituary right now , a collage of pics of her dancing from the age of 2 until now where she lay on the floor unable to open her eyes and roll over due to pure exhaustion, death by dancing .
"We have to do something " Dnay whined from her seat on the floor by the garbage can she had just emptied the contents of her stomach in . "She's going to kill us " she said seriously earning a few amens from the dancers who too were at their wits end .
Ashley smacked her lips as the voices got louder with complaint , her swollen eyes cracking open and peeping at the complainers like a mother ready to scorn her spoiled children .
"By "we " you really mean me right ?" Ashley asked sarcastically. "You think I don't know that ? That I haven't tried to speak for us already ? She's not having it . She wants this routine to be perfect so all we can do from here on out is listen to her corrections and take notes if we have to but what we're not gonna do is sit around and here and bitch like a bunch of babies " Ashley said sitting up .
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