I don't know how she did it, but somehow, that little gymnast managed to switch bodies with me. Now she's probably on her way back to the States, while I'm about to make a fool of myself in front of thousands of people while my coach screams at me in Rumanian. I'm not exactly sure what he's saying, but I think he's trying to tell me that he's going to give me to a brothel if I don't bring home the gold.
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