The soft rush of rain on the roof wakes me from an instantly forgotten dream. I blush in the half-light of an overcast dawn as I find the sheet halfway down my thighs and my hand on my mound. A sigh softly escapes as the clock radio display softly tells me there are thirty minutes before it's time to get up. And that's when the runner comes to mind. Every other day, weather
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