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Well, to put it simply, the crick in my neck is gone.
Submitted:Jan 27, 2010 Reads: 187 Comments: 13 Likes: 5
The crick is gone!
The crick is dead!
I can finally
Move my head!
Look over here
Look over there!
Look!
I can look anywhere!
Left and right
What do I see?
It hardly matters
If you ask me.
As long as I
Can look, it's good:
My neck is working
As it should
Oh, looking can be
So much fun!
Look-OUCH!
*crack* Not Another one!
(PS: The crick is now actually gone from my neck, after like two days!)
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