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Wondering if I should call ahead to work and warn them that my inner klutz made a surprise appearance last night. I tripped over my own two feet and hit my mouth on my car door, splitting my lip open, then scraping both knees and the top of one foot raw before landing on my rear. I hurt, and I look like I've been in a barroom brawl. Oh, I forgot the bruise and scrape on my left arm...
Chris is convinced everyone's going to think he beats me, which is utter nonsense.
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