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Keeping A Stiff Upper Lip
Rigor mortis does a fine job of it.
Thursday, March 17, 2005
Wince.
Yesterday: Why, I believe I've gone beyond the threshold of pain! I can run a marathon in these babies!
Today: Hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble.
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