After a disappointing run on Saturday morning, I had to endure the ribbing of my fellow training friends for about an hour after the run. Finally it was time to go and one of guys who was driving me home stopped by the Esso station on Ave Duarte to get something to drink. When he came back to the car, I could not help but notice the "gotcha" grin on his face. He opened the door and handed me an energy drink and said "here, a drink made especially for you!"
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It tasted like grapefruit, by the way.
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It tasted like grapefruit, by the way.