If my running shoes could talk, they would say:
These streets aren't clean.
You cut my sole soul, there's glass everywhere.
Bring me to the country, this pavement hurts!
I want to feel grass.
I'm pretty worn out.
Lose some weight.
You never do this in your heals!
Ever heard the expression, "be light on your feet?"
Why is there so many freakin red lights?
I'm losing my momentum.
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