The inkling kept coming to me to yell "don't do it!" or "just go to the desk and get a towel! It's not worth it!" but as I stretched in the cobra pose, she did it again. Face down, almost dead, as if everything I was predicting was coming true. But her eyes would glide open, she'd assume the same stretch I was in, then lay facedown again on what
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