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your story reminded me of my mile running days oh that they are over i have no regrets and never again will run around in circles out of breath from smoking too much and not giving a fuck bout anything as people flew by me, ahh the gym teachers would utter words of encouragement but unless there was beer or a woman waiting for me at the end there was no motivational factor that could speed me up other than the fact that it was cold i was wearing shorts and suffering from severe e.n. those were the days my friend i thought theyd never end

your story amused me greatly,
thank you for your mullet ridden satanic worshipping fancy