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The air

We came in the master yoga room and I felt the hot, dense air suffocating me. There were three other students already there and they were squirming in ways I have never imagined my body could. The teacher must have noticed my weird look when I thought “are they brainsick?” because he gave me a purple smelly mat which I had no idea what to do with it.

I put down the mat on the floor and hopefully waited for the directions.

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