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Sometime we forget to breathe…
I’ve found myself saying this, facing a canvas bag, right before I physically assault it.
Sitting
Tomorrow’s insanity might make me go bonkers, I need to focus on my happy place.
I want to spend my weekend in this place. Instead, I will be with thousands of screaming Panther fans. At least I get paid? But nothing replaces calm windows and book ladders….
