Tiff and I raced her sister and friend through this maze. I talked a lot of trash and even gave them a head start.
Forty-five minutes of running through the maze, the sweet buscuits of victory ran through my bones. Then we realized Christie had been outside for a good 15 minutes. My sweet buscuits turned to bitter shame.
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