Wednesday, March 31, 2010
I was just strolling home from a doctor's appointment when a young man jogged by me, wearing all of the requisite, contemporary, jogging gear including the iPod strapped to his sweaty arm. But I noticed that his footfalls sounded like bare feet hitting concrete. And sure enough, he was not wearing any shoes.
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