Ok . . . I'm goin to the Y for a workout . . . something doesn't seem right . . . I have my lock, my ipod and it is charged, my headphones, workout list . . . I keep goin over this in my head . . . Somethin still doesn't seem right . . . I'm about to open the locker room door . . . . . . It comes to me . . . I left my workout clothes at home . . . I was able to hold my screams till I got to my truck . . .
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