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         I got in the passenger seat of Amy's little four-door and pressed my forehead against the passenger side window. She put the key in the ignition and started the car. Once, she backed the car out of the driveway she noticed my appearance for the first time. "Are you ready for this? I hear this new spin class is supposed to be totally intense. I saw it advertised on one of those late-night TV infomercials. It's supposed to be all the rage in Hollywood."
         " Spin class… What the hell are you talking about? Is that where were going? I invite you to a great New Year's party and the next day you intend to torture me by making the exercise. What kind of friend are you?"
         "Listen, Kristin… Just because you chose to overdo it on the vodka and cranberries doesn't mean I'm letting you get out of this. You know I need to get in shape for the wedding and you are is a maid of honor after all.”
         I could feel my head start to throb I wanted to argue but all I could do was put my head back against the window. I should never have lame he talked me into throwing that stupid party in the first place. She knew I didn't want to, she knew it would only bring back the horrible memories of my breakup with Kenny the previous year. She and everyone else around me kept telling me that I needed to get over it. However, that was kind of hard to do when Ken and I lived next door to each other. Why in the world he showed up with that leggy blonde all never understand.
         Last night all I heard about was what a beautiful bride Amy was going to make and what a cute couple Kenny and the blonde made. So, I took it upon myself to drown my sorrows and vodka. Now I was paying the price for my minor indiscretion by being dragged to some ultra slinky spin class at 630 in the morning. What did I do to deserve this? I was a good person. I went to church nearly every Sunday and paid my taxes on time." Listen, Amy I don't know if I can do this… It's just not the right time for me, and besides we have like a year and a half before the wedding even gets here.”
         "I know you think this is a colossal waste of time but my mother gave me this coupon and I can't let it go to waste. So bear with me will you? Besides it might be something we can laugh about later?”
         "Yeah, way later… Like freaking never. "
         "Will you watch your language please? Oh one more thing can you reach in the backseat for me." I grabbed a pink bag stuffed with tissue paper. It said Lisa’s Leotards on the side.


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