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Sarah: My hamstrings hurt, and I get no sympathy, because it’s self-inflicted.

R: Poor, poor Sarah.

S: But tomorrow I’ll be much stronger than you.

R: I had a baby.

S: I had two babies.

Mum: I had four babies.

R & S, in unison: You win.

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