Unlike surfing, I cannot clear my thoughts when I climb. All I could think about is that I have to reach the top so I could go down. I've done it many times, yet my heart still beats like a shinkansen train to Hiroshima. It's a good way to bond with your sisters though. Don't find fault in her driving, remember she belays. There was one interesting looking guy, with killer arm and leg muscles. He was ostensibly bouldering but it seemed to me that he was insidiously seducing me. Damn! Why do I suddenly notice all these hot guys when I have no need for them in my life?
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