I hurt my back the other day.
I was stretching because it’s been cold and the opportunities for any good exercise have been slim.
I hurt my back. Stretching.
I used to do things, you know? I’m not yet at the age where I’m ready to admit that I don’t do things any more, but I’m right there at the age when I can hurt myself not quite doing things.
You know how they call them ‘the terrible twos’? There’s probably a name for the Fifties, too. It’s probably rude.
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