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Run Baby Run

Run Baby Run, originally uploaded by Binogulus OO.

leave early to go for a run is an achievement of mind. Meanwhile, because slipping off the bed when I could still roll over an hour between the sheets is an immense effort. however, absolutely be repaid by the satisfaction of intimate failed.
there must be a girl in the house after the sports hall with a boyfriend unimaginative, which these days has dedicated a subspecies of the love sonnet written to spray the asphalt. memory to a text of a song. banal gesture (to date) with the copied text? what a mess! then crossing the same lady with small dog in much the same point. the puppy is on the peaceful needs, you have the unhappy face in the psychiatric drug. I see them just one step in a bike with one eye following me. done and I do go, it's a bit 'strange, never mind. the crazy little sleep in the morning. turning point to get home. two curves and a putrid stench of dog poop that almost makes me fall. but what give food to 'ste beasts? I hold my breath, count to twenty and then explodes past is hoping the chemistry of the dog food. people who go to hospital and looks at me strange, two Indian sisters with long braid and overall soft on their softest forms that I meet and smile. also run them. step next to the bakery and bar. bread and croissants in the air. I pretend to nothing and my arrival at the finish line, the pole angle. drips from the chin, this morning the heat is strong. the last few minutes at eight o'clock, the cars leave their garages, people have already started the day, a mother and belly sitting on a bench in the shade. stretching, breathing, before. and then I unroll the carpet with your feet up, and I'll call you, happy.