Dearest Diary,
The pain of sport is exceedingly great. Had I not participated a second day perhaps it would have subsided or at least weakened slightly. Unfortunately, I find great difficulty in tasks as common as walking or descending stairs. It is fortunate that my hands and fingers do not ache as much or we would not be having our nightly appointment, you and I. Nevertheless I am somewhat proud myself and the company I keep in our commitment to the sport. As she is apt to remit, this too shall pass.
Indeed I received another letter of intrigue today, though for our particular purposes it lacks significance. Perhaps soon the sport I engage in will lead a gentleman directly to my door. But for now we must dream again until tomorrow...
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