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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?