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Some of us had been running all our lives. We ran because we could and because we could not. We ran for our lives. We still thought they were worth running for.

Nova Ren Suma

Some of us had been running all our lives. We ran because we could and because we could not. We ran for our lives. We still thought they were worth running for.

Nova Ren Suma
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