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pretty good shape. One has to be, with

my interests. I stroll along the path,

small puffs of air vapor forming when I

exhale in the cold morning. I veer left

and walk down a short side path I know

leads to a clump of trees, it's far enough

away from the main trail to give someone

seeking discretion, exactly that.

I ignore the grunts and heavy

breathing, the whispers I don’t quite make

out, and settle in a position that will give