I set myself up at my little table with soup and a spoon and the rest of the sweet potatoes from the day before and read a chapter of my book while I ate. Everybody read this book and I figured it was going to be an earnest and maybe racist depiction of the soul of these indigenous runners. I didn’t know it was going to be such a breezy, fun read. Away from my computer, I almost felt like I was home.

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