"What are you doing to yourself?!"
"Trying to stay alive."
"Tsk. If you did like me, you'd never have to worry about strength."
"Then I have more to worry about than you, now don't I?"
The rest was in Espanol. Martina's mother had a good source for organic produce and always haggled for more than her allotment. This was in order to help her daughter out. The crap people were eating now only guaranteed a quicker death.
"I just don't see why you need to go around pumping muscles, pumping muscles..."
"Because I want to okay?! It makes me feeling...stronger!"
"Maritianna, you have always been a strong woman." said Mrs. Simone, ignoring her daughter's outburst. "In every sense. Your genes!"
It was true. Martina's gift for anything physical or mental compelled her to treat life with an athlete's discipline. This included working-out religiously, a waste of time according to her mother.
"Why don't you spend the night?" her mother asked.
Mrs. Simone was showing signs of not wanting to be alone. Not too much, at least. Neither did Martina. She'd been single far too long. And alone. Trev really broke her heart. That's when all the working-out began. Yup, insecurity had set in, along with rage. She could tackle both issues at Planet Fitness.
Problem was, she was too smart for her own good. Her mother had common sense in abundance. Where would Martina be without her? Don't think about that. She didn't want to remember the dreams she had last night. All that death...
All that death...
"Trying to stay alive."
"Tsk. If you did like me, you'd never have to worry about strength."
"Then I have more to worry about than you, now don't I?"
The rest was in Espanol. Martina's mother had a good source for organic produce and always haggled for more than her allotment. This was in order to help her daughter out. The crap people were eating now only guaranteed a quicker death.
"I just don't see why you need to go around pumping muscles, pumping muscles..."
"Because I want to okay?! It makes me feeling...stronger!"
"Maritianna, you have always been a strong woman." said Mrs. Simone, ignoring her daughter's outburst. "In every sense. Your genes!"
It was true. Martina's gift for anything physical or mental compelled her to treat life with an athlete's discipline. This included working-out religiously, a waste of time according to her mother.
"Why don't you spend the night?" her mother asked.
Mrs. Simone was showing signs of not wanting to be alone. Not too much, at least. Neither did Martina. She'd been single far too long. And alone. Trev really broke her heart. That's when all the working-out began. Yup, insecurity had set in, along with rage. She could tackle both issues at Planet Fitness.
Problem was, she was too smart for her own good. Her mother had common sense in abundance. Where would Martina be without her? Don't think about that. She didn't want to remember the dreams she had last night. All that death...
All that death...
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