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My triceps are SCREEEEEAAAAAMMMMMMING!!!! Ugh. But I will never tell Angel because that makes her smile. Didn't you know, Big Poppa gets off on torturing people? Everytime I move my arm, it aches like I lifted Godzilla for a day or two... okay, maybe even three. Ouch!
That's what she wanted to hear Sunday when she texted, "HOW YOU FEEL?" Uh-huh. I told her -- quite nonchalantly: I FEEL GOOD.
It was a LIE! But there is NO WAYYYYY I'm going to admit that to her. I'd rather tell her I was getting dipped cones at Dairy Queen to incur her wrath, than to let her know she made me sore. HAH!
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