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Trade Boozer. I did. (months ago from my fantasy team)

May 17, 2008
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It’s 3 p.m.  I’m tired and my heart hurts.

Outwardly, I have no words.

Inwardly, the pain and Booze-hate/frustration is crescendoing into a tidal wave of sorrow. 

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