Anson Richman, ’24. I am running. Running from the past. Running from the future and present. Running from Trade SquareMall’s flimsy excuse for security. Running from my friend. I don’t run very much, and I’ve only been chased before in dreams, so I am acutely awareof my feet and legs, and everything surrounding them. On…
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