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Bright and early we’re brought to a round stone room. It’s eerily quiet even though every noise reverberates. I’m scared to say a word, like maybe a loud noise might bring everything down around our ears.
There aren’t any chairs so I sit on the hard stone, going full on criss-cross applesauce. Edie’s advice on footwear hadn’t been off base, and I’d extended it to my wardrobe as well. I’m wearing a super cute fuchsia tracksuit and my favorite no-show underwear. Prisha follows me to the floor, but everyone else stands.
“Hello,” someone says and I jump. There’s a guy standing beside me, his kneecaps at eye level. I hadn’t even noticed him. He talks very softly, with a whisper that forces you to lean in, because it feels like what he’s saying is probably important and you don’t want to m
