8 May 2005
My heart is beating 80 times a minute. That is the rate it used to beat before I started running. It may be the coke; it may be the adrenaline left over from the 8km+ run; it may be because my mind is exploding with thoughts and I cannot sleep.
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Her fingers found the grooves in the pew again.
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It was a wet day. She had two pairs of clean socks in her backpack, but she was too civilised to change into a dry pair in the restaurant, and too lazy to make a trip to the loo. When she took the umbrella out of the plastic bag back home, it left a puddle on the parquet floor.
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They pretended to read the newspapers together, somehow drawing strength from the empty space between them.
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8km+. Cool night air. Steps in beat to the music. Running is a great way of emptying out unwanted thoughts and emotions. But what do you do when the road comes to an end?
Her heart beats 80 times a minute.
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Her fingers found the grooves in the pew again.
---
It was a wet day. She had two pairs of clean socks in her backpack, but she was too civilised to change into a dry pair in the restaurant, and too lazy to make a trip to the loo. When she took the umbrella out of the plastic bag back home, it left a puddle on the parquet floor.
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They pretended to read the newspapers together, somehow drawing strength from the empty space between them.
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8km+. Cool night air. Steps in beat to the music. Running is a great way of emptying out unwanted thoughts and emotions. But what do you do when the road comes to an end?
Her heart beats 80 times a minute.
Posted
on Sunday, May 08, 2005 at 4:40 PM.
:)
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