There was a really cute girl at the pool this morning. I thought she was going to be a really good swimmer. And she was actually, but she swum pretty slowly and had huge breaks between sets. We raced once, and I would have won except that I got stuck behind a breast-stroker.
If she keeps going on Sundays, I'm going to have to start flipping coins to make sure I don't go every Sunday.
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