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Misdirection

Trying to inhale as much oxygen as possible
my arm is getting tired
Sweat running down my face, back, and chest
I keep pumping harder and harder
Up and down, up and down
I'm almost done I can feel it
My hand is cramping
But I can't stop I'm so close
My core temperature keeps rising
As I go faster and faster
Finally done.
Who knew churning butter could be such hard work
Written by jctmme112092 (BluntTrama)
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