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I'd ache when I had to get out of my chair. I'd winch as I'd walk to get something to eat. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. Like a gang of really angry midgets punching me in the quads.
And since I pretty much didn't get more than three hours of sleep last night, there's pain and there's exhaustion. And there is little else.
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