I took a basketball to the face tonight. I busted my glasses and cut my nose. Under normal circumstances I may proudly brag about the scars of war, except the game hadn't started yet and I never touched the ball with anything but my face the whole night.
I'm blind withouts me spectacles so I promptly left and found a place that fixed me up free of charge. In the end, I wonder if it's a subconscious way of getting out of exercise. Oh insidious mind!
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