December 4, 2009 § 3 Comments
>My favorite part of running at night is getting to look in people’s windows and seeing them going about their lives, watching TV and knitting, having dinner, etc. Creepy?
>Best thing is that last night, Nana, Colin and I were walking back from dinner saying the exact same thing. I love being a stalker.
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