This evening I was walking home from work, backpack on and carrying a canvas bag. I put the canvas bag down to open the front gate and heard my daughter *screaming* inside.
I ran up the steps and ripped the front door open, only to discover that her legs hadn't been amputated (as indicated by the volume and intensity of her screams), just that her sister was playing with her dinosaur toy. I took a deep breath, to calm myself down, and turned to grab my bag, only to discover that it was being carried at high speed down the road.
Ah well, I hope he enjoys pawing through my dirty, sweaty, stinky workout gear. I really pushed it at training tonight.
I ran up the steps and ripped the front door open, only to discover that her legs hadn't been amputated (as indicated by the volume and intensity of her screams), just that her sister was playing with her dinosaur toy. I took a deep breath, to calm myself down, and turned to grab my bag, only to discover that it was being carried at high speed down the road.
Ah well, I hope he enjoys pawing through my dirty, sweaty, stinky workout gear. I really pushed it at training tonight.



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