My brother and his broken ankle "anonymously" helped a friend of mine at the gym when her yoga ball got away from her, but it wasn't *that* anonymous because she reported back to me. Apparently my brother is a nice guy, but that isn't actually such a mystery because my brother (both of them, as a matter of fact) really ARE nice guys.
Saturday, January 19, 2013
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