For the Price of One . . .



Since I didn’t get to an entry last week, I decided to do double duty this week.


In her first swinging competition, keen skills defeated an older opponent. Future Olympic gold would pale in comparison to this moment.



The thrill of victory. The agony of no feet.


Stop! The restrooms are right over there.









“I started feeling poorly after I ate a bowl of stew.”

“Hmm. Sounds like a classic case of stuporitis.”



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