God, I'm falling apart and I'm not even 22 yet. I managed to twist my good ankle this morning at practice. Yeah, I know, classic. Just call me Grace (or Gimpy). We were walking our boat back up to the boathouse, and I stepped right into a hole, twisted my ankle, then hit the rigger on my side on the light pole. On top of just being really sore from
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