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Chasing a Dream: Running Boston as a Bandit

But I keep pushing, slow as I am.

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This is where my roommate said he would meet me, expecting that I would crumple to the ground and that he would give me a good ole kick in the ribs to get me going again. But I don’t see anyone-and, more alone than ever, keep on going.

(Turns out both of my roommates had left just a few minutes before I got there to go to class.)

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