A Shameful Reality, Part I
Several weeks ago, during an early morning run, I saw a female runner approaching me. Under the streetlights, I could tell that it was someone I’d seen before. We’d always exchanged a short greeting when going past one another. But today was different. I was just a few meters short of my turn around point. It also appeared that I’d tdo so at nearly the exact moment that we would meet on this bicycle path. Not wanting to make her nervous, I ended up stopping for about th
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