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He was jogging again. This time he had no aim.

He knew he would have to sneak from the coach and run over across the road today.

But at 7 o'clock when he passed his spot, the window opened with a loud thud.

His feet stopped with a jerk. He didn't care if his coach would see.

All he cared about was the grin that showed up from the window. All he cared about was returning it with his own.

All he cared about was that his sun had come back.

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