My Nemesis

“My nemesis is your nemesis” has been an unwritten code since the dawn of time. My nemesis began tormenting me in early childhood and stayed with me well into high school. Fortunately, my friends equally despised this bully and stood with me in solidarity.  My mom tried to convince me to give my nemesis a

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Pelotaur

She was delivered on August 24th, in the middle of our garage. Slim, dark, about 135 pounds. “She’s beautiful,” my husband Steve said, sniffling. “I can’t believe she’s ours,” I sighed. And just like that, we were the proud parents of a new Peloton. I entered my info on the bicycle’s computer screen, along with

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