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Dirty Words: The Cruelest Month

Sep 19, 2012
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In the chill, I felt the acid in my throbbing thighs from a previous day's mission in which my drop-seatpost failed, forcing me to pedal like a duck up a steep hill while rude children mocked my awkward position. If I had not been wearing mittens, I would have shown them a middle digit.

Dirty Words: The Cruelest Month