I've taken to running at night now, when the temperature dips to the mid-70s and stars blanket the sky. I jog past our front gate and wave to the guard, wondering what he thinks of the American who speaks like a toddler and rarely leaves his house during the day but is now happily darting out into the pitch black night.
A Run in the Stars
I've taken to running at night now, when the temperature dips to the mid-70s and stars blanket the sky. I jog past our front gate and wave to the guard, wondering what he thinks of the American who speaks like a toddler and rarely leaves his house during the day but is now happily darting out into the pitch black night.
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