Happy holidays, everyone! Hope you enjoy the story.
I'm not built to be a runner, not like Ray. Lithe of limb and light of foot, he fairly dances as he runs. I, on the other hand, put my head down and charge like a bull. No dancer, me. No grace, no beauty, when I run. No great joy, either. I run only if and when I have to. Ironically, this means I
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