I said so yesterday as well, but
sweet Jesus my quads are burning. This is reminding me of the first two weeks that I ran cross country in high school: an enduring ache deep in the muscles, less painful than rusty, like they're shaking off years of disuse. At home, I smoked and watched
Gotham with Iris, Alaric and Sean. I then found myself entirely unable to drag myself off the mega-ottoman and went to sleep there.
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