A week later, I was still feeling out of my element. Three weeks in? I was sold—and rushing to become an unlimited member.
I Came for the Workout. I Stayed for the People.
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The Quiet Art of Letting Life Happen
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Life has a way of reinforcing lessons when we forget them.
Blood Orange Salsa | Part Three
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One slight push almost toppled her over. He towered over here. He was the King, she was his pawn. Hannah was in no right mind to accept their dynamic duo but she knew more alcohol wouldn’t make it right.
Blood Orange Salsa | Part Two
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At first Hannah thought he was reacting to the texts by shaking his head but, when he did the exact same thing every time a message popped up, she soon realized it was more than just a nervous tic.
Blood Orange Salsa
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It was two o’clock on a Sunday and every sip Hannah took tasted more and more like her favorite drink of all: instant regret.