David jogged through the park slowly, the dim illumination from the streetlights casting dancing shadows that swirled around him. His shoes made a hard slapping sound against the concrete as he went, his breath pluming out before him, hot and shallow. He had just started in on his third mile, and the slightest of stitches was settling resolutely
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But... I dunno. I'd love to be a writer when I do enter the world and all that. It'd rock my socks. =)
And thanks for that, compliments on my writing make me feel almost unutterably happy. It's always wonderful when people appreciate it, to the smallest degree or largest.
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