Love is a Battlefield

[aloneathemuseum]

Today Brielle and I arrived at Fencing Camp to electro-Chaicovsky. We ran around the place for a while with the ten year old eurokids and then proceded to die. I have a bruise the size of an egg and the sorest legs on the western hemisphere. Also, everyone has better names than me there...Raffi, Ernest, Marcello, Roberto! I suck. Our hot soviet

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[redsky89]

are you doing xc this year?