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"This isn't good."

"Don't say that."

"It's just that... it's just..."

"Are you tired?"

"I'm beyond tired."

"Is it your legs? Mine are really cramping up."

"My legs are twisted knots of pain, but they're kicking."

"Come on- we have to keep going."

"Easy for you to say, you're the one with the life vest."

"Do you want it?"

"No... no, you keep it, it's just..."

"Just what?"

"I want land. Or at the very least, I want to see land."

"We're going to make it."

"Boring!" Candy announced, lying on the couch upside down, her legs sticking up over the back of the couch.

"You said it!" said Cindy, strolling into the room from the kitchen, a big bowl of popcorn in one hand. As she passed Candy's feet, she reached out to tickle them. Candy kicked back and rolled onto the floor, giggling.

"Where are all the parties tonight?" Heather asked from where she sat facing the TV.

"Midterms!" yelled Ellie from the bedroom. "Too many damn midterms! Everybody's studying!"

"Midterms!" Heather grumped.

Cameron had started to feel desperate. She was still the only girl in her class with no boyfriend and even though none of her classmates were heartless enough to tease her about it, she knew that they all saw Cameron as a loser. It wasn’t that Cameron wasn’t attractive or that she had never been asked out by a boy, but everyone she had gone out on a date with had turned out to be a real jerk. They all told her how much they loved her curly dark hair, her full lips and of course her big breasts, but she could tell that that was all they were interested in: her looks.

Ally got off the Stairmaster and grabbed her towel. She mopped the sweat from her neck and face, then went over to the nautilus machines. Ally drew a few glances from the men in the club, but not as many as she would have liked. She knew why, too. Although she was in very good shape, her figure was very much on the slender end of the spectrum. Her chest was barely an A-cup, her butt was as flat as a tabletop, and there was only a slight hint of flare to her hips. She was no Kate Moss, but to Ally, who would rather be in the Anna Nicole Smith range, she may as well have been.