Tired

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Finishing Chapter 8. Halfway through but it’s an uphill climb. Need a break but afraid of stopping. 

"We're Your Friends To The Bitter End."

Every time I go for a run at home then collapse in the back yard after my final sprint, these guys show up. I feel dead; I'm sure I look dead, but really guys?



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