so every Saturday morning my friends and I meet at the local park for a ritual jog it's mostly an excuse to hang out and pretend we're athletic last week was no different except Lisa our self-proclaimed track empath suddenly stopped mid-run clutching her chest dramatically guys she puffed I can feel the tracks emotions it's melancholic we laughed it off thinking she was just searching for a poetic way to mask her usual out of breath Antics but as our job continued the absurdity escalated Lisa began narrating the tracks life story detailing how it missed the footprints of an old couple who used to jog there she even started assigning emotions to different sections bewildered benches nostalgic lamp posts and existentially Confused squirrels by the end we'd circled back to the starting point all in stitches when Lisa side dramatically and declared
so every Saturday morning my friends and I meet at the local park for a ritual jog it's mostly an excuse to hang out and pretend we're athletic last week was no different except Lisa our self-proclaimed track empath suddenly stopped mid-run clutching her chest dramatically guys she puffed I can feel the tracks emotions it's melancholic we laughed it off thinking she was just searching for a poetic way to mask her usual out of breath Antics but as our job continued the absurdity escalated Lisa began narrating the tracks life story detailing how it missed the footprints of an old couple who used to jog there she even started assigning emotions to different sections bewildered benches nostalgic lamp posts and existentially Confused squirrels by the end we'd circled back to the starting point all in stitches when Lisa side dramatically and declared
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