written after moving paper again
My mother is jealous of my biceps.
My biceps were built by good old fashioned hard work. Lifting paper boxes, moving 53 lb G5s, my preoccupation with never having to make two trips into the house with groceries, not wanting to appear weak in front of the scouts...
Now, if only I could get the same results on my a$$ through everyday work...
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