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cam hollered for his dad to stop bending over to pick up the sod from the ground, making me self-conscious about my own form. bend from the knees, not from the waist... i crouched quite obediently.

as a result, my legs are so sore i can hardly walk. my back, on the other hand, is just fine.



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