Teaching a 7 a.m. class. Bodies waking up slowly. Anneka left me a thermos of tea with a stupid drawing on the lid.
I almost cried in the locker room. Happy tears. I'm not used to them.
Teaching a 7 a.m. class. Bodies waking up slowly. Anneka left me a thermos of tea with a stupid drawing on the lid.
I almost cried in the locker room. Happy tears. I'm not used to them.
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