Thursday, March 26, 2015

"Blessed Be the Physically Fit" by Pete Able in Drunk Monkeys

My muscles burn and pull on me to such an extent I feel I will spontaneously combust. I say nothing. I am the lowly client. I am like a sort of pet - like a tired dog for whom my master just keeps on throwing the damn ball. And I must chase it, of course. To do otherwise would be out of the question. Read story here.

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