“Do you have the goods?”
Our clandestine meeting had converged on a lonely section of single track behind the park.
“You know the protocol. What’s the sign?”
“Oh. Sorry.” I muttered. “The vert today is wicked.”
“My mindful running is gelling with my mojo.” Came the reply.
“Is anyone with you? Were you being followed?”
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