I reffed some foil (fencing) today. It was weird, because people wanted to know my history, and I wanted to tell them, but I didn't want them to know everything because I don't want to do everything again. Ref, coach, fence, armor, run a club.
And yet the day isn't out and I've been asked ot ref again and I may be going to a fencing club this Friday night. I knew this would happen.
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1 comment:
Don't do it, Read. Remember your reasoning, and stop being good at fencing.
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