Thursday training

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THE COACH FROM HELL IS BACK.
FREAKING SAVE ME. She put us through 3 straight hours of intense training.
Dead.dead.dead.
So sore all over. FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF.
We didn't even get to play a game. wut.
Helen was shouting I'M ONLY A STAND-IN I SHOULDN'T BE DOING THIS the whole time. ugh.
Everyone be taking a month off to recover.




On a different note, Andrew is presently tempting me to eat all the mooncakes in the house before the actual day itself. Them yolks. Man. Those double yolk moon cakes.
You dork.
Gonna blame it on you when Ma asks what happened to them. fosho 4shore

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