. . . it was late. I opted to stay over with her.
The road that leads from her place to my office was shrouded in fog as I drove in this morning. Struggling to see through the haze and a poor night's sleep, I hit a sign warning of construction ahead.
It was an unusual sign. It was shaped like a person. More than that, it was shaped like a person going out for a morning jog. And it was moving. Even weirder, the sign was surrounded by several smaller signs - all decorated in smaller jogging clothes.
I hit those, too.
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I like it. Joggers get what they deserve; they think they're so much better than everyone else.
for a second, i thought i was on that other blog. you know, the one with the driver that fucks cars up left and right.
It sounds like you're sleeping with "her." "Her" doesn't want rumors to get started.
Quiet, her. You're killing the illusion.
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