9/365

Soaked in my chlorinated self (futile effort in the end) with a churning and shotgun pain in my stomach since the morning and having a jammed pinky coupled with running nose doesn't seem to make the night any better. Broke my own silence and whispered "how was training?" on the way home, guess some monologue wouldn't do much harm

I
never
am
on
your
top
anyway
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