My hands, wrists, and my arms are in pain. It feels a little funny even typing right now. This morning I went with my brother to the golfing range called "Harry Putter" by Rutherford and Islington. (Unfortunately, I didn't see any wizards or witches.) Oh how I forget that I suck. After resting for a bit while gently rubbing the puffed up blisters
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