You Are the Last Person I Run For
I don’t know what you objected to, specifically, about my Sunday morning run, when you chose to hurl unintelligible-but-mockingly-shouted words in my directionfromthe windows of your late model sedan. Could have been my thick thighs in black Spandex capris. They do not … gap. Might have been my ass in …
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