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The route seemed steeper than I recalled, perhaps I was out of practice. It had been years several of those spent in a land so flat you can watch your dog... Anyway, I am afraid I walked home a route I used to know like the back of my hand with less grace than I had hoped. And at the bottom of the hill the house I once waited outside of for too many hours of my life is now inhabitated by a dog who doesn't seem to know me despite me knowing that house so well. |
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