the flight of humanity
chapter 35
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Another year later, I ran a marathon.
It was my first, a local affair along the Mohawk River. Tommy always said that the last five miles of a marathon were the only hard part. “That’s when the lactic acid says, hello, old friend, and you beg him fo…
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