CRAB LEGS π¦ & CHATURANGAS π§π½: THE PEARL blog
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On the drive home, which was only 10 minutes long, a Tracy Chapman song came on the radio and I started to cry. It was a good cry. One of those release cries. What was I even crying about?! I don't even know. Exercise just has a way of breaking you open.