The records fell easily at first. Dozens of seconds peeled away with every running of a course, and I could hardly wait for the next chance to improve.

I the day was wild so o shake a drink in my melt shaker. Then once I shake I disappear.
An was not at the bar anymore but in the car. Wondering should how did I get here with this drink which clearly does not have me thinking. Oh no I did not drink it and I was lost to the mood now hmmm and the heavy rain on traffic lights.

Often, no sooner would the mind begin to scale the heights of Mt. Knowledge than it would receive a frantic call from body base camp, demanding it return to oversee "Operation Masturbate.

Written By Diana Gabaldon

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