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Hello? Commercial Fisherman! I’ve course I’ve got some fucking rubber boots!

I don’t know if you’ve had enough time to recover from the news that I worked outside this weekend. It might be too soon for me to tell you this, but… brace yourself. I’ve signed up for an exercise class. I know I know! It’s shocking. It’s only one day a week. Here at work. A stability ball class. I think you try to balance of big balls and maybe not fall off. As you can probably guess, I’m not going to be very skilled at it.

Crap! I have a meeting! Damn DLS time!!

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