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Why would it be any other way?
The season is over
My tea on, like I should be doing
If not for me, then for Aubrey
I love her entirely too o on
Grunting, I skate up the ice with a newfound deter the blue line
One, two, three, four…
Whack, whack, whack, whack
Every single one goes into the net
Of course, it’s easy with no goaltender and no defenders hanging on your ass
I retrieve the pucks and set theain in the exact same way
What I should be doing is attending the cake tasting Aubrey scheduled for us It’s this afternoon and the second tio so well
Poor Aubs broke out in big red hives
Shit, it was really bad
How could we have known she’s allergic to pineapple?