Klara’s school sent out a flyer saying “Come shop at our race store,” and I almost flipped because I need a little respite from race at least on a weekend.
Then I realized that they are talking about a charity race of the kind where people run for charitable purposes.
One day, I’m going to have a heart attack, and it will probably be caused by an invitation to a “white Christmas party” or “race to cure diabetes.”
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