"What's the matter? Are you ashamed of your body?" She asked.
"No, but you sure do a lot of sit-ups. What's that saying?" I said, laying up in bed.
"Well, its a matter of pride, I guess." She answered throwing on a robe and cleaning her ears.
"Everyday people look at me, and this is what they see." She waved her hand over her body.
"One day you'll be unattractive. After that your dead." I rolled over and watched the patterns in the carpet mysteriously shift. "Everybody's got their moment, I know that." She adjusted her skirt in the mirror and dashed her bangs.
"You sure do."
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