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I used to see you three-to-five times a week on the Sabino Tram Road running trail. I am the tall, athletic gentleman in his fifties who runs super early in the mornings at about a nine-minute mile pace. You are the fit blonde young woman (maybe in your thirties?) who runs around the same time at a slightly faster (although I try to keep up).
The last time I saw you was a couple of weeks ago, after I helped you limp back to your car when you twisted your ankle and were in a lot of pain.
I wish I had gotten your name and number. Because I thought we connected.
Are you okay? Would you like to grab a cup of tea or coffee?
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