I might have developed a bad habit.
I pretend that the guys at my gym are my husbands.
I mean. Not all of them. And one at a time, obviously.
I haven`t lost my mind completely.
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Woman`s Day
It was Woman`s Day the other day. 8th of March. I must admit, I feel bad for not participating in any march, protest or partition. And clearly, I have a lot to be angry about. So there`s really no legitimate reason why I didn`t collect my trainers and black marker. Definitely a shortcoming I`ll make up for, next year.
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