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filled up with goodness

ByKymberlee

Spitfire by The Prodigy on Grooveshark

When my body is filled with endorphins and sweat is rolling down my back, there’s no room for anything but

“Fuck, yeah!”
“That’s right.”
“YES!”

and other bits of goodness.

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