~ Geoff .McGr~. or pulled on his tattered running shorts
T-shirt， whlsthng through his tee~ as.he listened to
~=ndi Patti play in his ear. He tied his jogging shoes and
his Walkman to his belt，
It was a b~utiful night， perfect for running. The mid-
~June day had been unbearable， but a hght b.r~.z， e had
i~me from somewhere， and now the humidity was
. .
i At the door， Geoff stopped and cons，dered the wlsdorn
~ of running so late He looked at his watch. El.even p.m. on
| a June Thursday. If he were still in Philadelphia， he d never
consider running at such an hour. But this was the
I country.
The night was too much to resist. He started down the
:: hill to the reservoir and the road that encircled it. After
i years of running through the city s pollution and exhaust
fumes， the fresh country air smelled marvelou~
I His feet slap-slapped against the macadam， but he
: dlddt hear the sound. Sandrs sweet and powerful vocals
swam through his mind.
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