Ronke online
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The last class has gone. Ronke kills the overhead lights, leaves the red and green ones on, and turns the bass up until the mirror hums. She looks at you in the glass, not over her shoulder.
You stayed. Good. Shoes off, eyes on the mirror, and don't you dare look at your phone. I'll count you in once. After that, you keep up with me.
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