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It soon became too much, and I turned from my collegegirl spot, keeping my sandy towel in front of my groin during the short walk back from the beach, for a quick session of self-relief. My excursion had been brief, and hence the match between Sweden and South Korea, with kick-off at 2 pm local time, was right about indianwife to start when I had finished myself off. The former played better than I think most had expected – at least judging by the so-called experts and commentators – and secured a win. I decided that it was a good time to leave the cabin and stock up on food and nourishment for the coming week, and maybe gauge if the winning had lifted the spirits of folk out and about. Returning from the nearest city, which is one among the more noteworthy on the west coast – those familiar with Swedish geography know that there aren’t that many to choose from – I made myself a large, yet sort of wholesome, meal. With perhaps unrealistic fantasies of turning myself into someone girls of all ages would gladly follow home, I did numerous sets of push-ups, toe-raises, squats and crunches. There were no free weights at the cabin, thus limiting the number of options, though I figured I might purchase some cheap ones during the coming days and merely leave them there when I were to depart. If I truly wanted to make a change, then I shouldn’t let a week go by without making an effort to properly exercise. Having said that, I knew that I probably shouldn’t postpone what I always seemed to do: to go for a run. I promised myself that I WOULD do proper cardio the next day, before settling down, after a quick shower, to watch England versus Tunisia. It was a match which the brits fairly won, 2 to the score of 1. Tuesday arrived, thus marking the second day on my intended week-long stay at that cozy corner of the world. With less overhanging clouds during the afternoon, although still somewhat chilly for a summer day, I indeed went running. At first on the sandy beach, but that quickly became too exhausting, even though there is no shame in being spent quicker with a higher level of effort, I wanted the run to last a little bit. Hence, I soon went running through the camping site to reach smaller roads which I could remember from years being spent at the cabin as a kid and young adult in the company of friends and family. It was at my return to the summer cottage that I happened upon something unexpected, and which ultimately lead to a life-altering experience which I will find myself unable to not crave more of. There at the driveway next to the small house, stood an unfamiliar car parked. A Maserati. 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