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June 11, 2012

      NOTE: The ending (the last small paragraph) of this sample chapter has recently been changed in editing!   Three Months Ago     I run until my feet bleed, until I can no longer feel the pain of every searing cut and nerve-ending exposed to debris and freezing snow that burns like fire. My ankles are mottled by blood and dirt and bruises. My breath, now so heavy that it weighs more than ...
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