My weighing scale killed me, saying that I am now five and seven. My legs are burning after running 2.2 miles on the treadmill and you just cut me off when I am feeling victorious. Just because you are with your buddies. Not cool, definitely not cool. You just burst my bubble Mister.
I will keep my victorious moments to myself from now (until further notice).
I will keep my victorious moments to myself from now (until further notice).
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