The Anthology
To the little boy who ran up to shake my hand because he said…
To the little boy who ran up to shake my hand because he said he had never seen anyone like me. To the waitress who said she believed in me and wished me the best of luck in the race. To the coffee shop cashier who said he saw me run and said I was fast and that I would do so…
A members’ writing from The Anthology — this is an honest preview. Read the full piece on The Book of Unger.
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