“Yup. I ran for fun. Well, the first run was more of a desperate attempt to run away from my feelings. The second time was because I wanted to torture myself. The third and fourth, well, those were because I started to get a runner’s high.” “You did not. Don’t say things like that,” Clea says, shaking her head. “It’s true. Then, I joined a running club.” Lois slams her hand on the table. “Goddamn you.”
