Boom. The sound is decidedly not normal on a day with perfect blue skies and the shoes of thousands of marathon runners smacking the pavement.
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Boom. The sound is decidedly not normal on a day with perfect blue skies and the shoes of thousands of marathon runners smacking the pavement.
At four I was low to the ground, down with squashed lettuce leaves, oozing tomatoes, where the rotten-vegetable smell was the strongest.
Found myself an awkward early. No coffee shops, bars, or convenience stores nearby. I continued toward Mass Ave. Really, I paced the same blocks, searching for prints of cottontails in small brownstone yards.