Josie scuffs into the fitness room, a cockeyed figure seven in her lilac tracksuit, so bent by osteo and arthritis her head nearly touches the treadmill’s grab-bar. She’s there every day, smiling, her tread stiff and slow, shaming the marathoners.
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Josie scuffs into the fitness room, a cockeyed figure seven in her lilac tracksuit, so bent by osteo and arthritis her head nearly touches the treadmill’s grab-bar. She’s there every day, smiling, her tread stiff and slow, shaming the marathoners.
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