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Downhill

November 22, 2008

She peered down the street from the top of the hill, imagining her feet slapping the sidewalk, the reverberations up into her hips.

She knew the speed would overtake her, the momentum pulling her down to the end of the street, her pace completely out of her control.

She knew she might lose her footing, tumble, scraping bare skin and bruising elbows and knees along the way. She might hit her head.

She started running anyway.

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