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athletic than I. Also, yes, I would prefer
that hair to my apparent inability to
Anyway, sure as eggs is eggs I hit the slippy patch of grass when at full tilt, no idea of my placement as we were less than halfway and so no one had had a chance to pull ahead nor fall behind. I was pumping my legs and then I was pumping them into thin air, I rolled and skidded a good ten to fifteen metres, got up and then saw the rest of the field finish as I restarted running. This left me with a gammy leg, grass stains on my shirt, and a feeling of "I was right" too late to actually be doing anything about that. When I got back home it was to empty the house into the car and next door so that our viewer wouldn't be put off by the clutter.
I ended up taking the Boy, who was close to killing things, out of the house and into the woods as well. None of this was the point of this post!
Yes please. Liberation personified.
I really really don't suit the blouse.
Hmm. I don't think I identify internally as a female, you know, but I do seem to increasingly refer to myself as 'twat face'. Make of that what you will.