And Running.

And running. And running. I wake up feeling like I’ve started running and then been pushed, flailing, trying to keep up, desperately failing, bewildered and running.

This is how I start most of my days. You might as well call me a hedgehog. Some little woodland thing without a civil care in the world, forced to start behaving like there are others present. Manners, girl. Now run.

 

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