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take off down the street, humming to a
Katy Perry tune. I veer off the road,
and through the park. There is a great
running trail there that'll push my limits.
Halfway through, I'm startled by a tap
on my shoulder. I turn ready to get into
self-defense mode, when I look up at a
familiar face. “Creed?”
“Hey,” he says out of breath. “I
didn’t realize I’d have to run that fast to
