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...smack my back when he got annoyed with me and bloody hell, I had eaten lots of cake, had two long bike-trips, I was sad and trying not to think about that, and my stomach felt like it had a log in it. Or cartboard. There was no way I was going to jump or run around with a bunch of kids with more energy than I have had since I were 10. This was Thursday. This is Sunday. Get over yourself, Katja.

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