A couple of (dozen) eggs were broken as the girls raced the boys in the Egg Olympics. It took awhile for everyone to get the hang of bouncing eggs off a sheet, and the birds will reap the benefits as they cruise our parking lot for the next few weeks, nibbling eggshells. The boys won the race, which was a metaphor for the fragility of our purity. The boys, in their rough, tough buff-ness, proved they can protect their own purity, as well as the purity of the girls they know and care about.
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