Last night's practice was torture. I. Hate. My. Coach. After next skating season, I'm not going to skate anymore. I don't care if my pretty legs turn to flab. Gah. And my stomach hurts. And the people who clean our house are coming today. The lady who normally comes freaks me out. And Take Your Kids To Work Day is next Friday. Dun wanna go with my
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