Since the building doors were locked, Amanda had to put her sneakers back on and make another round trip in the stairwell to let her friend inside. Sheesh. “Hope you brought something good. I’m starving.” She held the door.“Two baked potatoes with the works.” Christine also held up two diet drinks.“Sounds a lot better than potpourri tea.”When Amanda headed toward the stairwell door, Christine pointed. “Is the elevator broken?”“No. It runs, but I don’t use it on weekends. Hangs up a lot during the regular week and the building super cusses a blue streak every time.” She looked at her visiting friend. “It’s only three floors.” Amanda also re-explained how she used it often for exercise and stress relief.“You sure are a contradiction. You have a perfectly good treadmill at home that you use for a clothing rack, but you sprint up and down office stairs for exercise.” Then she poked Amanda’s derrière, which preceded her up the steps. “Though I’ll have to admit, this climbing seems to keep your butt pretty tight.”“Don’t watch my butt… that’s weird.
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