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the greasy-haired Jet Ski operator in the Poconos who always told Ali he’d “warmed up the seat just
for her,” or Mr. Salt, the school’s only male librarian, who always told Ali he would bring in his firstedition
Harry Potters especially for her if she ever wanted to read them—gag. Hanna couldn’t remember
anyone
saying anything creepy about singing. The phrase was somehow familiar, but it was probably just a
stupid
line from one of Kate’s show tunes, or some dorky slogan on a Rosewood Day Masterworks Choir
bumper
sticker.
The techno music inside the gym assaulted Hanna’s ears before she opened the front door. A girl in a
perky
pink bra top and black yoga pants beamed from behind the gym’s front desk. “Welcome to Philly
Sports!”
she chirped. “Can you sign in, please?” She held up a contraption that looked like a price scanner to
check
Hanna’s membership.
“I’m a guest,” Hanna answered.
“Oh!” The girl had wide, unblinking eyes, a round face, and a dopey expression. She reminded Hanna of
the
Tickle Me Elmo doll that belonged to her six-year-old twin neighbors. “Can you fill out the guest form,
then?” the receptionist tweeted. “And it costs ten dollars to work out for the day.”
“No, thanks!” Hanna sang, breezing right past. As if she’d ever, ever pay to use this dump. The frontdesk
girl let out a small, indignant squeak, but Hanna didn’t turn. Her high heels clicked as she passed the
shop
that sold spandex shorts, neoprene iPod holders, and sports bras, and the large shelves where the
towels
were kept. Hanna sniffed haughtily. This shithole didn’t even have a smoothie bar? People probably
peed in