EXCRUCIATING PAINFUL OUR BICEPS HAD BECOME,
FROM THE PAIN OF OUR CURB WE HAD EARNED OUR BREAD.
WE LONGED FOR A SAVIOR TO SALVAGE OUR SOULS.
EVEN THOUGH WE WERE THE FITTEST,
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