The Joggers
By Max Swan. [google-translator] The cool morning breeze hit my cheeks as I sprinted through the desolate streets of my town, which would’ve been packed with people and vehicles if I’d been there at noon instead of dawn. My heart was racing with the effort, and sweat was glistening on my face like jewels. My muscles were straining, but I kept pushing on. That was when I rounded a curb and ran straight into someone racing toward me
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