Angie told us to eat, sleep, breathe guard. I don't even have to try. I've got the Stonehenge music stuck in my head, I'm reviewing my drill book, I'm going through the dance and work in my head over and over and over. Eleven, squeeze OUT, catch, melt down, wait, wait, poke it. Run hither and thither and in circles until I collapse. It feels so
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