I Hate You And I Hate Your Ass Face

I don’t like any pictures of myself.
But I really like how my face looks after I’ve finished a run.
I wished I had the camera today so you could see what I mean.
But Adrian took it with him to Singapore.
Not that it matters.  I take terrible pictures.  In both senses.
So on this you must trust:  I am very foxy when I’m sweaty and pink-cheeked.
Not that you’ll ever know.
I know, though.
Which is all that matters.

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