new building my ass
so when the bastard turned in he felt like a right frozen bag of bones.
woke up feeling as such as well.
it's not that I've become too old.
it's just that I'm not young anymore either.
and some days, the bastard clicks when he walks.
need to get to a gym.
get it together.
that's the ticket.
better luck tomorrow.
—the bastard
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