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That evening, instead of the scheduled “High-Intensity Core Meltdown,” Cassie sat on a bench in the club’s rooftop garden. The city sprawled below, indifferent. She unwrapped a peanut butter sandwich—real bread, real sugar—and took a bite.

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12:00 PM: Lunch is leftover pizza from last night. You add a side salad because you want the crunch and the vitamins, not because you are "being good." not because you are "being good."