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Witness my Fitness

As I type this, all of me hurts. I shouldn’t hurt, I’m in high luxury. I am sitting in my bright yellow IKEA chair with my feet up, windows open, in a British bathrobe. I don't mean to imply that the Brits make a specific different sort of bathrobe, like in your head you’re wondering… Continue reading Witness my Fitness