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Kid, I haven’t been telling you why because excuses are lame. Suffice to say there simply hasn’t been a single spare minute or a lonely gram of extra energy in me for the past two weeks, and I know the same applies to Lara. Twenty-five hours doesn’t fit nicely into twenty-four. This past week has been bloody rough, we’ve both been going non-stop, and you’re right – we are failing at it, and that hurts. It burns. But it’s supposed to be a fun thing, not yet another brutal task to tick off from an ever-replenishing To-Do list.