And I mean, really, really fast. Like, we almost run. And I feel like I'm trying to keep up with the dude walking with me, but he probably also feels like he's trying to keep up with me.
Maybe it's about competition.
But my new shoes are beat to hell and I walk alone most of the time. When no one's looking I secretly jog.
Maybe it's more about not wasting time.
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