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This morning I was looking for my passport because the mister and I are going on a post-Ironman adventure to celebrate my Louisville PR and how he totally demolished Arizona last weekend (10:58 and it was his very first Ironman ever) and the fact it's officially the off-season for both of us so we can eat all the food and drink all the whiskey and attempt to sleep in like normal people.

After scouring the apartment for it, this is where I found it:

Of course.

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