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BTP - part deux...

So I'm in yoga tonight and my knee pops really loud...my bad knee....really loud. Now it hurts like a sonofabitch. I am so happy I decided to revision my life. Fuck.

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Eek :-( Any better today? Hope it heals up soon.

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