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It's halfway through the week, and the insides of my cheeks are already peeling. Feelings are numbing, except the throbbing in my mind pulsates. I wait for the day this race will end, but until then I'll endure. [ARH]
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Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 8:54 PM UTC
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It's halfway through the week, and the insides of my cheeks are already peeling. Feelings are numbing, except the throbbing in my mind pulsates. I wait for the day this race will end, but until then I'll endure. [ARH]
alberto-ruiz
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Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 8:54 PM UTC
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