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The Marathon Begins

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I’m walking along the coast, trying to chill. The vibe is nice, but then I see this group of tourists. They’re lost, looking at a map like it’s a Rubik’s cube. I’m like, “C’mon, it’s not that hard!” But I help ‘em out. Turns out they’re looking for the Marathon Tomb. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just up the road!” They’re all excited, snapping pics. I’m happy for them, but also, like, why can’t I find that kind of joy in my life?

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