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His trouser leg ripped free of my fingers, yanked my arm out straight and I went face first into the moss. I covered my head but he didn’t kick me, why did that bastard always run? I slipped through the mud and I pulled myself up on the fallen tree. Barely on a trail now,
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I’d found a quiet spot away from the afterwork drinkers and browsed the menu for something to read. I don’t like to be on my phone too much, it feels like an addiction. I heard the other day that people in tech don’t let their kids have them as they know the damage they cause.
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