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Megan looks down at me, tapping her foot lightly in those Uggs, like she’s deciding what to do next. “So, should I step on his face again or be nice and just go for the stomach?” She asks Lisa this in the most casual way, like I’m not even there.
Lisa laughs and shrugs. “Go easy, I guess. Stomach’s fine.”
Without hesitation, Megan walks around my head, her leggings brushing past my vision as she makes her way to my stomach. I watch as her boots hover for a second before she steps up, like it’s the most normal thing in the world. The weight of her Uggs sinks in, pressing down on my core, and I can feel the strain.