November 28, 2007

“I want to run along with you,” he said. He was just lacing up his shoes, and her hand was on the doorknob.

She looked down at him, felt the ready-buzz in her muscles. “Why don’t you just wait here until I get back,” she said, and she exited, her legs carrying her into the pink of the morning.

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