Robert Moore

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She grabbed his arm as she burst through, shoving him to the left, his gait awkward on account of the overzealous supply of baked goods bulging from his trousers. They followed a predetermined route, one filled with numerous zigs, plenty of zags, several strenuous climbs over roofs, and more than its fair share of switchbacks.
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