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Sometimes when I’m running, just for a second, I imagine I am Tomescue Constantina crossing the finish line. Then about a second later I come to my senses and realize I have only run about 3 miles not a staggering 26.4. It’s a nice fantasy though.
having my cake
- jenny
- simplicity. sparkly things. baked goods. long summer days. the right beat. my one true love. a good sweat. and a long savasanna.
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