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This is hysterical. Our collective bliss bubble feels so far away!

Sandwiches over olympic education, every time.

I still find myself re-traumatized every four years by the memory of my Father's outrageous envy over 1. Not being an Olympian(or anyone extraordinary/special) and 2. Not being a kid with zero responsibilities and the ability to watch it all day. He'd be so mad when he got home from work and found out we spent those two weeks "playing outside." The far limits of human achievement are so out of reach for me most days, just knowing peak athleticism is still happening in a concentrated two weeks soup in a city I'll probably never visit, is enough to make me take to the bed until proper autumn arrives with cardigans and ghouls.

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Sounds like your dad and mine went to the same school for narcissists! So far, the Olympics have inspired me to take out the trash with a slightly more athletic posture and that's about it :)

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Yes!! Chewing forward towards freedom. I will join your cause. Love it all.

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I’ll need the inside track on Long Island sangwiches!

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Fantastic writing and love the video, too. Regional accents kill me and yours is a good one.

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Lol, thank you! I may have invented this accent: valley girl by way of south Brooklyn 😜

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San Fernando Valley?! Wow! Even better.

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Yep! Born in Brooklyn, raised in Canoga Park, back at it in Brooklyn 💁‍♀️

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What?! How wild! So interesting! Wow. Okay then! Valley Girl Brooklynite. Got it!

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