Monday
Whichever one of you is sneaking into my house at night and shoving a blowtorch down my throat, please stop. I've missed 2 prime days of riding, all the sun and 68 wonderful degrees, because my throat is on fire and I'm pretty sure my head will explode if I exhale too hard. If you do sneak in again, please bring chocolate.
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