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At least you still get to control the remote.

Some things never change.

Yeah, I heard about your foot. Sorry about that.

It's not your fault. But thanks. How was your weekend, Tina?

What happened, Kurtsie? 

I broke my right foot.

Ugh. Cramps and bloating. Happy Sunday.

I haven't had cramps or bloating. But I have been in pain. So I feel you.

Better be less clumsy next time then

I was dancing, not being clumsy.

I know. And I know you’re usually very opposed to to the idea, but think about it for just a moment. You’re barely able to move, you’re basically going to be stuck in your dorm room for over a month. Doesn’t that sound kind of depressing to you? At least my apartment has several rooms, a whole lot more open space and an epic view over the city. And no pesky roommate to bother you. Plus, you wouldn’t have to worry about traveling to see me so much. Or going to class alone, for that matter. Or getting yourself fed every once in a while without having to go through too much trouble for it. Even if it’s just temporarily. I’m pretty sure your dad would agree with me.

Fine. I'll ask my Dad to drive me to your place and we'll talk about it. Okay?

Four to six weeks too long.

I know. Again, I'm sorry.

When are you supposed to be normal?

4-6 weeks.

Move in with me.

We've talked about this before.

…You’re lying. Two of my top dancers out of commission. This cannot be happening.

I'm sorry, Miss July. I can barely walk, let alone dance.

I do have the better mattress. 

I don't know... I can barely walk.

You could come here.

To your apartment? What for?

Ouch! Well I hope it heals fast and you will be dancing again soon.

Yeah. Me, too.