So in football this would be the time to swear and sweat and try not to lose too much water weight and spint the shins up, halve the oranges, cut the lights in the gym.
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Oh, Baxter! We almost died in a taxi in Amsterdam and our drawers remained relatively unsoiled!
(That last bit was from a little black book.)
Tomorrow we go to the storage facility. Roam the air conditioned cement walkways and roll up doors. I've got to get better hobbies than sweating.